But, when the spoilers, following close,
Would hinder Israel's flight,
The waters to their course return,
The parted waves unite,

And Pharaoh's host is swept away,
The chariots and the horse;
And not a man is left alive
Of all that mighty force.

So in these days God looks from heaven,
And marks his servants' woe;
Hear ye his voice: "Break every yoke,
And let my people go!"

For them the Red-sea waves divide,
The streams with crimson flow;
Therefore we mourn for our first-born;--
Then let the people go.

They are not weak whom God befriends,
He makes their cause His own;
And they who fight against God's might
Shall surely be o'erthrown.




THE PRICE OF VICTORY.