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