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, sing unto Christ thy King, Who hath won the victory, And hath laid low haughty Pharao Underneath the deep Red Sea.

Yea, merry, merry, merry, merry may we be, As bird upon the berry of the may or cherry-tree, While as we stand with harp in hand On the shore of the Red, Red Sea

God perforce overthrew the horse, Rider, car, and axle-tree. They sank as lead, and their men lie dead, Dead as stone: so mote it be!

Then merry, merry, etc.

His right hand, and His wonder-wand Did divide, at His decree, The surging wave, and thereby did save Us and ours from slavery.

Then merry, merry, etc.

Egypt spake, 'I will overtake And despoil mine enemy: I will, and must, satisfy my lust On the folk of Jewery.'

But merry, merry, etc.

Thou didst blow, and entomb our foe In the bottom of the sea: And, if dry-shod we went o'er, O God, Be ascribed the praise to Thee!

While merry, merry, etc.