Israel, thy trib­ute bring
To God’s vic­to­ri­ous name;
The song of Mos­es sing,
Of Mos­es and the Lamb:
Improve his lays; the theme ex­ceeds
And nob­ler deeds de­mand our praise.

The prince of hell arose
With im­pi­ous rage and pride,
And ’midst our nu­mer­ous foes,
Our fee­ble pow­er de­fied;
I will o’er­take, and I de­stroy,
My hand with joy shall force thee back.

Thy hand, al­migh­ty Lord,
Thy trem­bling Is­ra­el saves;
Thine un­re­sist­ed Word
Divides the threat­en­ing waves:
Thy hosts pass o’er; the foe o’er­thrown
Sinks like a stone to rise no more.

Our tri­umphs we pre­pare,
And cheer­ful an­thems raise;
Jehovah’s arm made bare
Demands im­mor­tal praise;
And while we sing, ye shores, pro­claim
His won­drous name; ye des­erts, sing.

Thro’ all the wil­der­ness
Thy pre­sence, Lord, shall lead;
And bring us to the place
Thy so­ver­eign love de­creed;
Those bliss­ful plains, where all around
Hosannas sound, and trans­port reigns.