Verse 1 From Egypt's chains, the cry went high, A people groaned beneath the sky. But One has come, our Champion bold, Foretold by prophets, saints of old. He bore our yoke, our guilt, our scars— Our Victor rode the morning stars. He came to break the tyrant's rod— To free the sons beloved of God. Chorus Through the sea and through the flame, By His blood we bear His name. Not by strength, nor mortal breath, But by the One who conquered death. Hold fast, O soul, and do not fear— His rest is near, His rest is near. Verse 2 The sea split wide by holy might, We passed from darkness into light. And in those waves, our past was slain, No more the lash, no more the chain. Pharaoh's host was swept away— So too our sins that held their sway. Baptized with Christ, in death we lie— But rise with Him, no more to die. Chorus Through the sea and through the flame, By His blood we bear His name. Not by strength, nor mortal breath, But by the One who conquered death. Hold fast, O soul, and do not fear— His rest is near, His rest is near. Verse 3 Yet in the waste, the hearts grew cold, They cast His truth for idols gold. Though manna fell and fire led, They longed for Egypt's chains instead. So now the call comes down again: "Today, believe! O sons of men!" The rest remains—but not for all— Only for those who heed the call. Bridge There is no rest where sin still reigns, No promised land for love of chains. O do not make that ancient choice— But trust the Son and hear His voice. The Spirit calls, the battle’s done— Arise in faith, and be a son. Chorus Through the sea and through the flame, By His blood we bear His name. Buried low and lifted high, We live because the King did die. Stand fast, O saints, and do not fear— The rest is won, the day is near. Outro "If the Son shall make you free, you shall be free indeed." "Let us fear lest any fall short—there remains a rest for the people of God."
