48. Their beasts to hail he gave; their flockshot thunderbolts did waste.
49. Fierce burning wrath he on them cast,and indignation strong,And troubles sore, by sending forthill angels them among.
50. He to his wrath made way; their soulfrom death he did not save;But over to the pestilencethe lives of them he gave.
51. In Egypt land the first-born allhe smote down ev'ry where;Among the tents of Ham, ev'n thesechief of their strength that were.
52. But his own people, like to sheep,thence to go forth he made;And he, amidst the wilderness,them, as a flock, did lead.
53. And he them safely on did lead,so that they did not fear;Whereas their en'mies by the seaquite overwhelmed were.