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| FROM Egypt once, ’mid storm and flame, | |
| Redeemed the hosts of Judah came. | |
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| What hymns triumphant did they raise | |
| The God of freedom high to praise. | |
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| As ’mid the parting waters’ flow | 5 |
| In terror sank the wily foe! | |
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| We break the bread, we drink the wine, | |
| In memory of that olden time. | |
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| We sing the festal melodies | |
| That swell along the centuries. | 10 |
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| The snow-white cloth, the lights are here, | |
| All peace and joy—love’s atmosphere. | |
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| O Judah, cherish long the thought | |
| That not for feasting was this wrought; | |
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| But ever struggling to be free, | 15 |
| In Pesach’s fragrant text for thee! | |
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| Be free, no spirit bondage more! | |
| Be free—and burst the prison door! | |
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| Be free—no hypocrite lies! | |
| Be free—no empty mockeries. | 20 |
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| Dost hear again the word divine? | |
| “Set free the spirit—it is Mine.” | |
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