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  Out Of Egypt  

 

To Egypt's king, who ruled beside
     The reedy river's flow,
Came God's command, "Release, O king,
     And let my people go."

The king's proud heart grew hard apace;
     He marked the suppliant throng,
And said, "Nay, they must here abide;
     The weak must serve the strong."

Straightway the Lord stretched forth his hand,
     And every stream ran blood;
The river swept towards the sea--
     A full ensanguined flood.

The haughty king beheld the land,
     By plagues afflicted sore,
But, as God's wonders multiplied,
     Hardened his heart the more;

Until the angel of the Lord
     Came on the wings of Night,
And smote first-born of man and beast,
     In his destructive flight.

Throughout all Egypt, not a house
     Was spared this crowning woe.
Then broke the tyrant's stubborn will;
     He bade the people go.

They gathered up their flocks and herds,
     Rejoicing to be free;
And, going forth, a mighty host,
     Encamped beside the sea.

Then Pharaoh's heart repented him;
     He called a mighty force,
And swiftly followed on their track,
     With chariot and with horse.

Then Israel's host were sore afraid;
     But God was on their side,
And, lo! for them a way is cleft,
     The Red-sea waves divide.

At God's command the restless waves
     Obey the prophet's rod;
And, through the middle of the sea,
     The people marched dry-shod.

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.

       - Horatio Alger Jr.


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