The Destruction of Pharaoh

MOURN, Mizraim, mourn! The weltering wave

Wails loudly o’er Egyptia’s brave

Where, lowly laid, they sleep;

The salt sea rusts the helmet’s crest;

The warrior takes his ocean-rest,

Full far below the deep.

The deep, the deep, the weary deep!

Wail, wail, Egyptia! mourn and weep!

For many a mighty legion fell

Before the God of Israel.

Wake, Israel, wake the harp. The roar

Of ocean’s wave on Mizraim’s shore

Rolls now o’er many a crest.

Where, now, the iron chariot’s sweep?

Where Pharaoh’s host? Beneath the deep

His armies take their rest.

Shout, Israel! Let the joyful cry

Pour forth the notes of victory;

High let it swell across the sea,

For Jacob’s weary tribes are free!