Classic Poem

HYMN VII.

When from Egyptian slavery
The Hebrews were redeem'd
The parted seas and covering cloud
A grave to Israel seem'd:

But soon the joyful tribes emerge,
And stand upon the shore,
With grateful hearts and tuneful tongues
Their saviour's name adore.

He made th' obsequious waves retire,
His favourite tribes to save;
Made them a way to liberty,
Where Egypt found a grave.

Thus Jacob's sons baptiz'd of old
To Moses in the sea,
Sav'd by God's arm, themselves devote
His statutes to obey.

So from the bondage of our sins,
Redeem'd by sovereign grace,
We thro' his watry sepulchre
Our saviour's footsteps trace,

Our sins, the worst of enemies,
Are bury'd there and drown'd;
To a new life our souls are rais'd,
With tender mercy crown'd.

To thee, O Jesus, may we live,
Devoted to thy fear:
Thee will we love, thee will we praise,
And all thy laws revere.