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[Sing, O ye ransom'd, shout and tell]
Sing, O ye ransom'd, shout and tell
What God has done for ye;
The horses and their riders fell
And perish'd in the sea.
What God has done for ye;
The horses and their riders fell
And perish'd in the sea.
Look back, the vain Egyptian dies
Whilst plunging from the shore;
He groans, he sinks, but not to rise,
King Pharaoh is no more.
Whilst plunging from the shore;
He groans, he sinks, but not to rise,
King Pharaoh is no more.
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