THE RED SEA PASSAGE by C. C. Foote

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 2, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 47.

THE RED SEA PASSAGE.

By C. C. Foote

BY REV. C. C. FOOTE.

On they rushed, 'mid hope and fear, For an army's tread was near, While the monarch's voice of cheer Rang through parted flood. Lords of Egypt, there's the slave; Heed ye not the mountain wave; Who's a God the wretch to save, When I ask for blood.

Deeper grew the gloom of night; Fearful grew the water's height; But the gleamy pillar bright Marked out Edom's coast; Swiftly sped the exiled band, Till the last had reached the strand. Stretched the prophet then his hand Toward the royal host.

Now for strength, and now for speed, Now, King Pharaoh, is thy need; Warrior, urge for once thy steed; Israel hath not bowed. Hark! The floods are coming! Fly! Ah, see there; that awful eye Looking at us! God! we die! God is in the cloud.

From their axle dropp'd the wheels; Steed beneath his rider reels; Dark and wild the thunder peals Through that ocean bed. Backward rolled the mighty waves, Gurgling to their ancient caves; There they roar above the graves Where sleep Egypt's dead.

—Christian Cynosure.