And well they might, but, alas, this good state of mind did not last long.
Awake, awake, thou mighty Arm,
Which has such wonders wrought!
Which captive Israel freed from harm,
And out of Egypt brought.
Art thou not it which Rahab slew?
And crush’d the dragon’s head?
Constrain’d by thee the waves withdrew
From their accustom’d bed.
Again thy wonted prowess show,
Be thou made bare again:
And let thine adversaries know
That they resist in vain.