1 Captives of Israel, hear,
Who now as exiles mourn;
See your almighty God appear
To hasten your return.

2 Jehovah is His name;
Lord of celestial hosts;
Let Heav’n that saving power proclaim
In which His Israel trusts.

3 Tho’ helpless now ye lie,
As in a dungeon thrown,
When parched with painful thirst ye cry,
And when your bread is gone,

4 Deliverance comes apace;
Ye shall not there expire;
Prepare to sing redeeming grace
With His triumphant choir.

5 He smote the raging sea
’Midst its tumultuous roar,
And paved His chosen troops a way
Safe to its distant shore.

6 In Him let Israel hope,
At whose supreme command
Graves yield their breathless captives up,
And seas become dry land.