1 When Israel, 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 sovereign 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 every mountain, every flood, Retire and know th' approaching God, The king of Israel: 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.