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Hymn 59

 Babylon fallen.
Rev.
18:20,21.
In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone Lies, a fair type of Babylon: "Prophets, rejoice, and all ye saints, God shall avenge your long complaints.
" He said, and dreadful as he stood, He sunk the millstone in the flood: "Thus terribly shall Babel fall, Thus, and no more be found at all.
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Poem by Isaac Watts
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