| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | II. Sound the loud timbrel | | By Thomas Moore (17791852) |
| | | SOUND the loud timbrel oer Egypts dark sea! | |
| Jehovah has triumphdHis people are free. | |
| Singfor 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, | 5 |
| And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. | |
| Sound the loud timbrel oer Egypts dark sea! | |
| Jehovah has triumphdHis people are free. | |
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| Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord; | |
| His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword! | 10 |
| Who shall return to tell Egypt the story | |
| Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? | |
| For the Lord hath lookd out from His pillar of glory, | |
| And all her brave thousands are dashd in the tide. | |
| Sound the loud timbrel oer Egypts dark sea! | 15 |
| Jehovah has triumphdHis people are free. | | | | |
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