XI. THE SAME.
Hymn 3.
[Out of the iron furnace, Lord]
Out of the iron furnace, Lord,
To Thee for help I cry,
I listen to Thy warning word,
And would from Egypt fly.
Long have I bow'd to sin's command,
But now I would be free,
'Scape from the dire oppressor's land,
And live, O God, to Thee.
Hast Thou not surely seen my grief?
Hast Thou not heard me groan?
O hasten then to my relief,
In pitying love come down.
From Pharaoh, and the' Egyptian's power,
Redeem a wretched slave;
Thou canst redeem me in this hour,
Thou wilt the sinner save.
Now, Lord, relieve my misery,
Stretch out Thy mighty hand,
Drown all my sins in the Red Sea,
And bring me safe to land.
Strength in the Lord my righteousness,
And pardon I receive,
And holy joy, and quiet peace,
The moment I believe.
