The Cambridge Carol Book/Moses, sing unto Christ thy King
XLIII. MOSES, SING UNTO CHRIST THY KING
℣.Moses, 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.
℣.Miriam, wake! Lute and timbrel take!
With thy women dance for glee!
And make respond to thy brother yond
With the Staff that set us free!
℟.For merry, merry, etc.