When Israel, Freed from Pharaoh’s Hand

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.

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.

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.

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?

Let ev­ery mount­ain

ev­ery flood

Retire and know th’ap­proach­ing God

The King of Is­ra­el: see Him here;

Tremble

thou earth

ad­ore and fear.

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.