The Song of Moses, Sung by Great Britain and Ireland for the Victory over the French Fleet, November 20, 1759

given them over the French Fleet, Nov. the 20th, 1759.

Sing to the Lord, for He alone
Gave us the victory!
He hath our threatening foes o'erthrown.
And cast into the sea.
Worship and strength to Him belong,
And praise is all His due;
The Lord is our triumphal song,
And our salvation too.

To Him we will our trophies raise,
And chant His matchless powers;
Our fathers' God, exalt His praise,
Our fathers' God is ours.
Prepare His place with humble zeal,
Who takes His people's part:
The Lord eternally shall dwell
In every faithful heart.

The Lord, He is a man of war,
In every age the same:
Let Britai?i saved, with shouts declare
The great Jehovah's name:
Jehovah on our foes did frown
Amidst their furious boast,
And cast their chosen captains down.
And drowned half their host.

Into the depths they sunk as lead,
Who Thee and Thine opposed,
They sunk at once, and o'er their head
The mighty waters closed!
Thine own right hand with power supreme.
With glorious, dreadful power.
In pieces dash'd their ships and them.
And bade the gulf devour.

In vain the fierce invader swore,
"I will lay waste their isle.
Pursue them on their native shore,
And seize, and part the spoil;
Will on the heretics abhorr'd
My lust of vengeance cloy,
And draw my consecrated sword.
And young and old destroy."

For great in majesty Divine,
Thy wrathful Spirit blew.
Blasted their arrogant design.
And all their host o'erthrew:
Into the depths they sunk as lead
Who Thee and Thine opposed;
They sunk at once, and o'er their head
The mighty waters closed.

Which of the saints by Rome adored
With superstitious prayer,
Or who among their gods, O Lord,
Can unto Thee compare?
Not all the gods of wood and stone
To whom their worship's given,
Nor her they rank above her Son,
The Virgin queen of heaven.

Thou art our only God and King,
Glorious in holiness,
Thy wonder-working power we sing.
And tremble while we praise:
Thou stretchedst forth Thy strong right-hand.
And the abyss below
Did horribly its jaws expand,
And swallow'd up the foe.

But Thou hast saved the chosen seed,
The children of Thy grace;
And IsraePs Strength shall Israel lead
Into the holy place:
Complete the saving work begun
By Thine almighty hand.
And bring Thy favourite people on
Into the promised land,

Struck from above with sacred fear.
The hostile nations round
Shall of our great deliverance hear.
And sicken at the sound:
Canaan's inhabitants shall quake.
The antichristian powers,
And Babylon the great shall shake
Throughout her threaten'd towers.

Presaging that her time is come,
Her retribution day,
The chiefs of persecuting Rome
Shall faint and melt away:
Horror the mighty men shall seize,
Who sought Thy church's harm,
While all in silent awe confess
The greatness of Thine arm.

Not one, till Israel is pass'd o'er,
Thy people shall molest,
Till, led by Thee, we reach the shore,
And gain the land of rest:
The land we surely shall possess.
And never thence remove,
Fix'd on the mount of holiness.
The mount of perfect love.

I X Then wilt Thou in the saints reside.
And make their hearts Thy throne.
And show the world Thy spotless bride.
And claim them for Thine own:
Then the believing world shall sing,
"The Lord His right obtains;
Jesus is universal King,
And God for ever reigns."