"And Miriam, the Prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a
timbrel in her hand: and all the women went out after her
with timbrels and with dances."*

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah has triumph'd,—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,
     And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave.
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea !
Jeborah has triumph'd,—-his people are free.

Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord !
His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword !—
Who shall return to tell Egypt the story 
     Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ?
For the Lord hath look'd out from his pillar of glory,
     And all her brave thousands are dash'd in the tide
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea !
Jehovah has triumph'd,—his people are free.