When thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, had forth against them past, Their horses and their chariots both were in a dead sleep cast.
Burnt up it is with flaming fire, it also is cut down: They utterly are perished, when as thy face doth frown.
But at the voice of thy rebuke they fled, and would not stay; They at thy thunder's dreadful voice did haste them fast away.
The waters' channels then were seen, the world's foundations vast At thy rebuke discover'd were, and at thy nostrils' blast.