I've seen the wicked reign, oer
the lowly meek
And the taskmasters toll, afflict them by increase
How their burdens soared, no straw lightens their load
I've seen the poor delivered out of Egypts stranglehold
A certain wayward man, he heard
Gods desert call
Obeying the burning bush not consumed at all
Sent back to Egypt-land, from whence he fled for life
To set the captives free, from all those toils and strife
That Pharaoh King, he heard, Let
Gods people go!
God hears His peoples cries, their sorrows He knows!
These things were all written, because its still that way
The world will not lightly let one flee today
The world may feed the famished,
watering the parched
Giving worldly comforts, to soothe the faint in heart
But the way-worn pilgrims, walking the godly paths
Like Pharaoh of old, the world tries to hold them back
That pillar of the fire, and
that pillar of the cloud
Still shields and guides Gods people, blessed to be led out
The blind brought by The Way, led in paths unknown
But some still tread the crooked paths, Egypt as their home.
I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I
will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake them.