1 Lord, when Thine ancient people cried,
Oppressed and bound by Egypt's king,
Thou didst Arabia's sea divide,
And forth Thy fainting Israel bring.

2 Lo, in these latter days, our land
Groans with the anguish of the slave:
Lord God of hosts! stretch forth Thy hand,
Not shortened that it cannot save.

3 Roll back the swelling tide of sin,
The lust of gain, the lust of power;
The day of freedom usher in:
How long delays the appointed hour?

4 As Thou of old to Miriam's hand
The thrilling timbrel didst restore,
And to the joyful song her land
Echoed from desert to the shore;

5 O let Thy smitten ones again
Take up the chorus of the free, --
Praise ye the Lord! His power proclaim,
For He hath conquered gloriously!