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“THE SONG OF MOSES AND THE LAMB.”
A song of triumph burst from the safe shoreAnd o'er the hushed Red Sea went floating slow—
O'er glassy waves tinged with dawn's crimson glow.
The myriad foe had sunk to rise no more,
And the wild, whirling billows ceased to roar;
Nor had the shining waters aught to show
Of war-horse or of chariot whelmed below,
But sparkled in the sunrise as of yore.
So when on Faith's high shore my soul has stood
And viewed the radiant sea of love divine,
Its waters crimsoned with redeeming blood,
And drowning all those myriad sins of mine,
An echo of that song has tuned my tongue,
Which by the “sea of glass” in heaven is sung.
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