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Rh Though our sorrows avail not—our hope is not lost—
 * For the Father is mighty!—the Highest remains!—

The loosed waters rushed down upon Pharoah's wide
 * host—
 * But the billows crouch back from the foot He sustains—

Just power! that for Moses the wave didst divide,
 * Look down on the land where thy followers pine;

Look down upon Erin! and crush the dark pride
 * Of the scourge of thy people—the foes of thy shrine.