Psalm 114Words: Isaac Watts Miracles attending Israel's journey. 1 When Isr'el, freed from Pharaoh's hand, Left the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes with cheerful homage own Their King, and Judah was his throne. 2 Across the deep their journey lay; The deep divides to make them way; Jordan beheld their march, and fled With backward current to his head. 3 The mountains shook like frighted sheep, Like lambs the little hillocks leap; Not Sinai on her base could stand, Conscious of sov'reign power at hand. 4 What power could make the deep divide? Make Jordan backward roll his tide ? Why did ye leap, ye little hills? And whence the fright that Sinai feels? 5 Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood, Retire and know th' approaching God, The King of lsr'el: see him here; Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear. 6 He thunders, and all nature mourns; The rock to standing pools he turns; Flints spring with fountains at his word, And fires and seas confess the Lord. |
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