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 BAY FIGHT by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL AN ODE TO THE RAIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE UPON JULIA'S VOICE by ROBERT HERRICK CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: EN FAMILLE by EDITH SITWELL ADESTE FIDELES by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX SUMMING UP ITALY; INSCRIBED TO INTELLIGENT PUBLICS OUT OF IT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |