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For Their Deliuerance out of Egypt The XV. Chap. of Exodus
I WILL sing praise vnto the Lord for aie, | |
| Who hath triumphed gloriously alone; | |
| The horse and rider he hath ouerthrowen | |
| And swallowed vp, euen in the raging sea. | |
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| He is my strength; he is my song of praise; | 5 |
| He is the God of my saluation: | |
| A temple will I build to him alone— | |
| I will exalt my fathers’ God alwaies. | |
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| The Lord Iehouah is a man of warre: | |
| Pharoe, his chariots, and his mightie hoste | 10 |
| Were by his hand in the wilde waters lost, | |
| His captaines drowned in Red Sea so farre. | |
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| Into the bottom there they sanke like stones, | |
| The mightie depthes our enemies deuour: | |
| Thy owne right hand is gloorious in thy power, | 15 |
| Thy owne right hand hath bruised all their bones. | |
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| And in thy glorie thou subuerted hast | |
| The rebels rising to resist thy power; | |
| Thou sentst thy wrath, which shall them all deuour, | |
| Euen as the fire doth the stubble wast. | 20 |
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| And with a blast out of thy nostrilles | |
| The flowing flood stood still as any stone; | |
| The waters were congealed all in one, | |
| And firme and sure as any rockes or hilles. | |
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| The furious foe so vainly vaunteth stil, | 25 |
| And voweth to pursue with endlesse toile, | |
| And not return till he haue got the spoile; | |
| With fire and sword they wil destroy and kill. | |
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| Thou sentst the wind which ouerwhelm’d them all, | |
| The surging seas came sousing in againe: | 30 |
| As in the water, so with might and maine, | |
| Like lead, vnto the bottome downe they fall. | |
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| Oh, mightie Lord, who may with thee compare? | |
| Amongst the gods I find none like to thee, | |
| Whose glorie’s in holines, whose feares in praises be, | 35 |
| Whose chiefe delights in working woonders are. | |
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| Thou stretchest out thy right and holy arme, | |
| And presently the earth did them deuour; | |
| And thou wilt bring vs by thy mightie power, | |
| As thou hast promist, without further harme. | 40 |
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| And for thy people, Lord, thou shalt prouide | |
| A place and seat of quietnesse and rest: | |
| The nations all with feare shall be opprest, | |
| And Palestina quake for all her pride. | |
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| The dukes of Edom shal hang downe the head; | 45 |
| The Moabites shall tremble then for feare; | |
| The Cananites in presence shall appeare | |
| Like vnto men whose fainting heartes were dead. | |
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| And feare and dread shall fall on them, alas! | |
| Because thou helpest with thy mightie hand; | 50 |
| So stil as stones amazed they shal stand, | |
| Oh mightie Lord, while thine elect doo passe. | |
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| And thou shalt bring thy chosen and elect | |
| Unto the mount of thine inheritance, | |
| A place prepared thy people to aduance: | 55 |
| A sanctuary there thou shalt erect; | |
| Which thou, O Lord, establish’d hast therefore, | |
| And there thy name shal raigne for euermore. | |
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