The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men, Tarry ye not in Egypt! He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen, And he'll smite them and smite them again and again. Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not,...
As I stroll by the stream where you stray, A beam is reflected afar, Which seems, on the waters, a ray - The ray from a luminous star. What is it that sweetens my sight,...
We all know the face of the chap who can tell How he led the victorious van, Through whose terrible yell all the enemy fell Or fled from this murderous man. ...