A paraphrase upon the divine poems. By George Sandys
Sandys, George, 1578-1644., Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662., Sandys, George, 1578-1644. aut

EXODVS 15.

As the 8. Psalme.
THE Praise of our triumphant King
And of his Victory we sing:
Who in the Seas with horrid force
O'rethrew the Rider and his Horse.
My Strength, my God, my Argument,
My Fathers God, hath safety sent.
To him will I a Mansion raise;
There celebrate his glorious Praise.
His Sword hath won eternall fame;
And great Jehovah is his Name.
Lo Pharaoh's Chariots, his proud Hoast,
Are in the swallowing Billowes lost.
God, in the fathomlesse Profound,
Hath all his choice Commanders drown'd.
Downe sunk they, like a falling stone,
By raging Whirl-pits ovethrowne.
Thy pow'rfull Hand these VVonders wrought;
Our Foes by Thee to ruine brought.
Thou all that durst against thee fight
Hast crusht by thy prevailing Might.
Thy VVrath thy Foes to Cinders turnes,
As Fire the Sun-dri'd Stubble burnes.
[Part 2] Blowne by thy Nostrils breath, the Floud
In heaps, like solid Mountains, stood.
Page  12 The Seas divided Heart congeal'd;
Her sandy Bottom first reveal'd.
Pursue, o're take, th'Aegyptians cry'd;
Let us their wealthy Spoile divide;
Our Sword these Fugitives destroy,
And with their Slaughter feast our Joy.
Thou blew'st; those Hils their Billowes spread:
In mightie Seas they sunke like Lead.
What God is like our God! so high!
So excellent in Sanctitie!
Whose glorious Praise such terror breeds!
So wonderfull in all thy Deeds!
Thy Hand out-stretcht; the closing VVomb
Of VVaves gave all his Host one Tomb.
But us, who have thy Mercy try'd
In our Redemption, thou wilt guide:
Guide by thy Power, till we possesse
The Mansion of thy Holinesse.
[Part. 3] Our Foes shall this with terrour heare;
Sad Palaestine grow pale with feare.
Those who the Edomites command,
And Moabs Chiefs shall trembling stand.
The Hearts of Canaan melt away,
Like Snow before the Suns bright Ray.
Horror shall seize on all; not one
But stand like Statues cut in Stone:
Vntill thy People passe; even those,
VVhom thou hast ransom'd from their Foes.
Thou shalt conduct, and plant them, where
Thy fruitfull Hils their Shoulders reare:
By thy Election dignifi'd;
VVhere thou for ever shalt abide.
Thy Reigne, eternall King, shall last,
VVhen Heaven and Earth in vapours waste.
While Pharaoh's Chariots and his Horse
'Twixt walls of Seas their way inforce:
Thy Hand reduc'd th'obedient Waves,
VVhich clos'd them in their rowling Graves:
But Israel through the bottome sand
Securely past, as on dry Land.