MS. Fairfax 40. 255 



Wher to the bottome the}' are sunke 

 As stones that neuer rise agame 



Thy hand o Lord has done this deed 

 Glorious in Powre art thou become 



Thy hand I say when ther was need 

 Th' insuhing Foe has ouercome 



[p. 392] They that agalst thee did Combine 



Thy wrath has broke in thy defence 

 As stuble th'are before the winde 

 So powrefull is thyn' excelence 



Thy Nosthrills w''^ a blast haue layde 



The liquid Seas on sollid heapes 

 The floating wanes 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 w''i ther Swords they hauack made 

 And lust as law to them was guide 



[p. 393] 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<=h ^yg gee 



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 



[p. 394] Nations hard this w''' pale-fac'd looks 

 And horred feare amazed stdod 

 Edom Moab & Syrian Dukes 



Ditt melt away w'*^ Canan's jjroode 



Thy Glorious Name did soe apall 



Ther trimljling Harts w'*" feare & dread 



Tliat as a stone lie still they shall 

 Till those pass oner thou dost lead 



