Poetry of Moore

Thomas Moore
born 1780, died 1852

Sound The Loud Timbrel

          And Miriam the Prophetess, the sister of
          Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand; and all the
          women went out after her with timbrels and
          with dances. - Exod. xv. 20.

Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah has triumph'd - his people are free.
Sing - for the pride of the Tyrant is broken,
His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave -
How vain was their boast, for the Lord hath but spoken,
And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave.
Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea;
Jehovah has triumph'd - his people are free.
Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord!
His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword. -
Who shall return to tell Egypt the story
Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride?
For the Lord hath look'd out from his pillar of glory,
And all her brave thousands are dash'd in the tide.
Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea;
Jehovah has triumph'd - his people are free!

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