Psalm CXIV

WHEN Israel from proud Egypt’s yoke

Of bondage first came forth,

And the house of Jacob from the land

Of strange tongues, in the North.

Judah His Sanctuary stood,

And Israel proud was His domain,

The Sea beheld, and straightway fled,

And Jordan backward, drove amain.

Like mountains, skipped the wethers, then,

Like playful lambs, the mighty hills;

Oh Sea! Why flee’st thou about?

And, Jordan, whence thy tiny rills?

Ye Mountains, that ye skip apace,

Ye mighty hills, like tiny sheep;

The earth in trembling fears the Lord,

For Jacob’s God ’tis now ye weep.

Who turneth to a watery pool

The hard unstable rock,

The flint unto a living fount

Of waters, for His flock.