the words of the song they sang that day, while the people with their voices in their thousands on the shores of the sea took up the strains of it in mighty unison; and the firmament rang again:

I will sing unto the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously;
The horse and the rider hath he thrown into the sea.
The Lord is my strength, of him shall be my song.
Sing unto the Lord who alone is our salvation.
He is my God, to him will I give thanks,
The God of our fathers, and I will exalt him.
                   Mighty he in battles,
                   Jehovah is his name!
The chariots of Pharaoh hath he cast into the sea,
His captains and their hosts he hath whelmed in its waters.
                   They lie drowned in its deeps,
                   They sank like a stone.

Thy right hand, Lord Jehovah, is glorious in power,
Terrible in its might, confounding thy foes.
In the splendour of thy majesty thou didst shatter them that challenged thee,
As fire amid the stubble ran the flame of thy wrath.
Blast of thy nostrils, came the wind from out the south.
It gathered up the waters till they stood upon an heap,
And the floods were congealed in the heart of the sea.

Cried the foe in his pride, ‘I will chase and overtake,
Rich shall be the spoil I will seize and divide.
My soul shall be sated with destruction and plunder,
With unscabbarded sword I will glut my desire.’
Thou didst blow with thy wind, and the wild wave covered them;
Their clanging chariots gurgling sank like lead into the deep.
O Lord Jehovah, what gods can be compared to thee?
Glorious and supreme, who is like unto thee?
Wondrous in holiness, and fearful in all mysteries,
Lo, now thy foes are foundered in the sea.
Compassionate in mercy, thou didst lead forth thy people.
’Tis thou in thy compassion who hast saved them and redeemed.

The nations of the earth they hear, they are afraid.
Pangs of fierce woe have seized the princes of Philistia;
The proud dukes of Edom are dumb with amaze;
The mighty men of Moab they shudder as they hearken;
The hearts of all Canaan melt away in fear.
Terror and astonishment have seized upon their chieftains,
Confounded with thy wonders, they sit stark as is a stone.
They shall watch, O Lord Jehovah, thy people pass through them.
Thy people march on—thy redeemed and thy chosen.
Thou shalt bring them in and plant them in the mount of thine inheritance,
The place thyself hadst made to be to thee a dwelling;
The Sanctuary, O Lord, established by thy hands.

There the Lord shall reign for ever and for ever,
In the glory of his Kingdom, and world without end!