PSALM CXIV.

Tate and Brady

2 Jehovah, for his residence,
Chose out imperial Judah's tent,
His mansion royal, and from thence
Through Israel's camp his orders sent.

3 The distant sea with terror saw,
And from th' Almighty's presence fled;
Old Jordan's streams, surpris'd with awe,
Retreated to their fountain's head.

4 The taller mountains skipp'd like rams,
When danger near the fold they hear;
The hills skipp'd after them like lambs,
Affrighted by their leader's fear.

5 O sea, what made your tide withdraw,
And naked leave your oozy bed?
Why, Jordan, against nature's law,
Recoil'dst thou to thy fountain's head?

6 Why, mountains, did ye skip like rams,
When danger does approach the fold?
Why after you the hills, like lambs,
When they their leader's flight behold?

7 Earth, tremble on; well may'st thou fear
Thy Lord and Maker's face to see;
When Jacob's awful God draws near,
'Tis time for earth and seas to flee.

8 To flee from God, who nature's law
Confirms and cancels at his will;
Who springs from flinty rocks can draw,
And thirsty vales with water fill.