| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Sound the Loud Timbrel | | By Thomas Moore |
| | | SOUND the loud timbrel o’er Egypt’s dark sea! | |
| Jehovah hath triumphed—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, | 5 |
| And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. | |
| Sound the loud timbrel o’er Egypt’s dark sea! | |
| Jehovah has triumphed—His 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 looked out from His pillar of glory, | |
| And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. | |
| Sound the loud timbrel o’er Egypt’s dark sea! | 15 |
| Jehovah has triumphed—His people are free. | | | | |
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