I. SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumph'd -- his people are free. Sing -- for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave, How vain was their boasting! -- the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumph'd -- his people are free. II. Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord, His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword! -- Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? For the Lord hath look'd out from his pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dash'd in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumph'd, his people are free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANGEL, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ODE TO THE CUCKOO by MICHAEL BRUCE ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE CITY OF COLOGNE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |