The horned Moon to fhine by night,
Among her fpangled fifters bright:
For his, &.

He with his thunder-clafping hand,
Smote the firft-born of Egypt's Land:
For his, &c.

And in defpight of Pharao fell,
He brought from thence his Ifrael:
For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
Of the Erythraan main:
For his, &c.

The floods flood still like walls of Glafs,
While the Hebrew Bands did pafs:
For his, &c.

And to his fervant Ifrael

He gave their Land therein to dwell:
For his, &c.

He hath with a 'piteous eye
Beheld us in our misery:
For his, &c.

And freed us from the flavery
Of the invading enemy:
For his, &c.

All living creatures he doth feed,
And with full hand fupplies their need:
For his, &c.

Let us therefore warble forth
His mighty majesty and worth:
For his, &c.

That his manfion hath on high,
Above the reach of mortal eye:
For his mercies ay endure,
Ever faithful, ever fure.

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