"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.