When Israel was in Egypt's land, O let my people go! Oppressed so hard they could not stand, O let my people go! O go down, Moses Away down to Egypt's land, And tell King Pharaoh, To let my people, go! Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses said, O let my people go! If not, I'll smite your first born dead, O let my people go! No more shall they in bondage toil, O let my people go! Let them come out with Egypt's spoil, O let my people go! Then Israel out of Egypt came, O let my people go! And left the proud oppressive land, O let my people go! O 'twas a dark and dismal night, O let my people go! When Moses led the Israelites, O let my people go! 'Twas good old Moses, and Aaron, too, O let my people go! 'Twas they that led the armies through, O let my people go! The Lord told Moses what to do, O let my people go! To lead the children of Israel through, O let my people go! O come along Moses, you'll not get lost, O let my people go! Stretch out your rod and come across, O let my people go! As Israel stood by the water side, O let my people go! At the command of God it did divide, O let my people go! When they had reached the other shore, O let my people go! They sang a song of triumph o'er, O let my people go! Pharaoh said he would go across, O let my people go! But Pharaoh and his host were lost, O let my people go! O Moses, the cloud shall cleave the way, O let my people go! A fire by night, a shade by day, O let my people go! You'll not get lost in the wilderness, O let my people go! With a lighted candle in your breast, O let my people go! Jordan shall stand up like a wall, O let my people go! And the walls of Jericho shall fall, O let my people go! Your foe shall not before you stand, O let my people go! And you'll possess fair Canaan's land, O let my people go! 'Twas just about in harvest time, O let my people go! When Joshua led his host Divine, O let my people go! O let us all from bondage flee, O let my people go! And let us all in Christ be free, O let my people go! We need not always weep and mourn, O let my people go! And wear these Slavery chains forlorn, O let my people go! This world's a wilderness of woe, O let my people go! O let us on to Canaan go, O let my people go! What a beautiful morning that will be! O let my people go! When time breaks up in eternity, O let my people go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON |