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SISERA.
“Then sang Deborah and Barak, the son of Abinoam”—
Judges.
Judges.
Wake! son of Abinoam!—Deborah, wake!
Uprise, and your timbrels of victory take!
For the Conqueror's conquered—the Tyrant is slain
And Israel exults in her freedom again!
Uprise, and your timbrels of victory take!
For the Conqueror's conquered—the Tyrant is slain
And Israel exults in her freedom again!
With the rumbling of thunderclouds heard from afar,
Rolled Sisera's chariots on to the war!
As the hot Simoom blasts with its withering breath
Proud Sisera scattered Destruction and Death!—
Rolled Sisera's chariots on to the war!
As the hot Simoom blasts with its withering breath
Proud Sisera scattered Destruction and Death!—
He is dead—he is gone! with his horsemen of might—
A terror at morning—a byword at night!
They are stirless as clods on the plains where they strode,
And in silence they rot where they recklessly rode!
A terror at morning—a byword at night!
They are stirless as clods on the plains where they strode,
And in silence they rot where they recklessly rode!
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The Stars fought against them—the Rivers arose—
Old Kishon was first with the tyrants to close!
The dark Heaven scowled on their desperate path—
They withered—they shrunk from the blaze of its wrath!
Old Kishon was first with the tyrants to close!
The dark Heaven scowled on their desperate path—
They withered—they shrunk from the blaze of its wrath!
Wake! Deborah, wake! Sleep'st thou, Barak?—Oh wake!
Let your timbrels of triumph glad melody make!
For the Earth and the Skies did the work of the sword,
And dashed into nothing the foes of the Lord!
Let your timbrels of triumph glad melody make!
For the Earth and the Skies did the work of the sword,
And dashed into nothing the foes of the Lord!
1827 and 1832.
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