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.