ISA
.
li
.
9
,
&c.
I.
ARM
of
the
Lord
awake
,
awake
!
Thy
own
immortal
Strength
put
on
.
With
Terror
cloath'd
the
Nations
shake
,
And
cast
thy
Foes
,
in
Fury
,
down
.
As
in
the
antient
Days
appear
!
The
Sacred
Annals
speak
thy
Fame
:
Be
now
Omnipotently
near
,
Thro'
endless
Ages
still
the
same
.
II
.
Thy
tenfold
Vengeance
knew
to
quell
,
And
humble
haughty
Rahab's
Pride
.
Groan'd
her
pale
Sons
thy
Stroke
to
feel
,
The
First-born
Victims
groan'd
and
died
!
The
wounded
Dragon
rag'd
in
vain
;
While
bold
thine
Utmost
Plague
to
brave
,
Madly
he
dar'd
the
parted
Main
And
sunk
beneath
th'
o'
rewhelming
Wave
.
III
.
He
sunk
;
while
Israel's
chosen
Race
Triumphant
urge
their
wondrous
Way
.
Divinely
led
the
Favourites
pass
,
Th'
Unwatry
Deep
,
and
emptied
Sea
.
At
Distance
heap'd
on
either
Hand
,
Yielding
a
strange
unbeaten
Road
,
In
chrystal
Walls
the
Waters
stand
,
And
own
the
Arm
of
Israel's
GOD
!
IV
.
That
Arm
which
is
not
short'ned
now
,
Which
wants
not
now
the
Power
to
save
.
Still
present
with
thy
People
Thou
Bear'st
them
thro'
Life's
disparted
Wave
.
By
Earth
and
Hell
persued
in
vain
,
To
Thee
the
ransom'd
Seed
shall
come
;
Shouting
their
Heav'nly
Sion
gain
,
And
pass
thro'
Death
triumphant
home
.
V.
The
Pain
of
Life
shall
there
be
o're
,
The
Anguish
and
distracting
Care
;
There
sighing
Grief
shall
weep
no
more
,
And
Sin
shall
never
enter
There
!
Where
pure
,
essential
Joy
is
found
The
LORD'S
Redeem'd
their
Heads
shall
raise
,
With
everlasting
Gladness
crown'd
,
And
fill'd
with
Love
,
and
lost
in
Praise
!