Captives of Israel, Hear

Captives of Is­rael

hear

Who now as ex­iles mourn;

See your al­migh­ty God ap­pear

To hast­en your re­turn.

Jehovah is His name;

Lord of ce­les­ti­al hosts;

Let Heav’n that sav­ing pow­er pro­claim

In which His Is­ra­el trusts.

Tho’ help­less now ye lie

As in a dun­geon thrown

When parched with pain­ful thirst ye cry

And when your bread is gone

Deliverance comes apace;

Ye shall not there ex­pire;

Prepare to sing re­deem­ing grace

With His tri­umph­ant choir.

He smote the rag­ing sea

’Midst its tu­mul­tu­ous roar

And paved His chos­en troops a way

Safe to its dist­ant shore.

In Him let Is­ra­el hope

At whose su­preme com­mand

Graves yield their breath­less cap­tives up

And seas be­come dry land.