Dan zal myn hoop, die 't hart verblydt,
My sterken in den minsten stryd
Der zonden en der tegenheeden:
Want uwe kind'ren worden hier,
Door aarde, lucht, door water, vier,
In 't aardsche perk noch fel bestreeden.
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