The number of saints, a synod without desire, From God the divine prophesy. In every tongue they compose, About the earth they were, And so many wisely prophesied Christ, and before he was, they were.
Taliesin
When God comes A great noise will pierce us, The day of judgment terribly. Messengers from the door, Wind, and sea, and fire. Lightning and thunder A number without flattery. The people of the world groaning Will be concealed.
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The number of saints in scores, Valiant men, golden their party. Before kings a career of praise, Warriors, no one was before them in demanding. In straits, in expanse, in every need, May they be a city to our body and our soul!
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Seven scores, seven scores, seven hundreds of saints, And seven thousands and seven ten scores, November a number implored, Though martyrs good they came.
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