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Wher to the bottome they are sunke 
As stones that neuer rise againe 
Thy hand o Lord has done this deed 
Glorious in Powre art thou become 
Thy hand I say when ther was need 
Th’ insulting Foe has ouercome 
They that agaist thee did Combine 
Thy wrath has broke in thy defence 
As stuble th’are before the winde 
So powrefull is thyn’ excelence 
Thy Nosthrills wt» a blast haue layde 
The liquid Seas on sollid heapes 
The floating waues ther w'' were stay’d 
As Ice Congealed in the depths 
Pursue o’retake th’ enimy said 
Ther spoyles let vs mongst vs deuide 
Whilst wt? ther Swords they hauack made 
And lust as law to them was guide 
But in a happy howre thou did 
The Treasures of thy winde display 
So sunk they as the heauy lead 
And vnder watry-Monntains lay 
Amongst the Gods who’s like to thee 
O Lord in Holiness & Prayse 
The fearfull wonders w*' we see 
Doe Trophyes to thy Glory raise 
Thou stretcht thy hand & they were gone 
The gapinge earth deuourd them quite 
To th’ Holy mountaine thou leddst on 
The chosen Flock of thy delight 
Nations hard this w'" pale-fac’d looks 
And horred feare amazed stood 
Edom Moab & Syrian Dukes 
Ditt melt away wth Canan’s broode 
Thy Glorious Name did soe apall 
Ther trimbling Harts wt' feare & dread 
That as a stone lie still they shall 
Till those pass ouer thou dost lead 
