Thou didst in his deceit
O'ervhelm the Egyptian's feet,
While Israel's footsteps, fleet
How beautiful were they!
Jesburun! all who see
They glory cry to Thee
"Who like thy God can be?"
Thus even our foes did say,
Oh! let thy banner soar
The scattered remnant o'er,
And gather then once more,
Like corn on harvest-day.
Who bear through all their line
They covenant's holy sign,
And to Thy name divine
Are sanctified alway.
Let all the world behold
Their token prized of old,
Who on their garments' fold
The thread of blue display.
Be then the truth made known
For whom, and whom alone,
The twisted fringe is shown,
The covenant kept this day.
Oh! let them, sanctified,
Once more with Thee abide,
Their sun shines far and wide,
And chase the clouds away.
The well-beloved declare
Thy praise in song and prayer;
"Who can with Thee compare,
O Hord of Hosts?" they say.
When as a wall the sea
In heaps uplifted lay,
A new song unto Thee
Sang the redeemed that day.