The king can see, from his palace walls. A land by his pride betrayed; Thousands of mothers and wives bereft. Thousands of graves new-made. And he seems to see, in the lowering sky, The shape of a flaming sword; Whereon he reads, with a sinking heart, The anger of the Lord. God speed the time when the guilty king Shall be hurled from his blood-stained throne; And the palace of Wrong shall crumble to dust, With its boasted corner-stone. A temple of Freedom shall rise instead, On the desecrated site: And within its shelter alike shall stand The black man and the white. 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.