But that God fought for us, may Israel say,
But that God fought for us, in that sad day,
When men inflam'd with wrath against us rose,
We had alive been swallow'd by our foes.
Then had we sunk beneath the roaring waves,
And in their horrid entrails found our graves;
Then had their violence, like torrents pour'd
From melting hills, our wretched lives devour'd.
O blest be God! Who hath not giv'n our blood
To quench their thirst, nor made our flesh their food.
Our souls, like birds, have scap'd the fowler's net;
The snares are broke which for our lives were set:
Our only confidence is in His Name,
Who made the earth, and heav'n's immortal frame.