Psalms 114:1

• [Psa 114:1] 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.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 114:1] When Israel Out Of Egypt Went

  When Israel out of Egypt went, From people of a speech unknown, The Lord among His people dwelt, And there He set his royal throne. The sea beheld and fled away, The Jordan’s waters backward turned, The lofty mountains and the hills With trembling awe our God discerned. What aileth thee, O troubled sea? Thou Jordan, why thy riven tide? Ye mountains and ye little hills, Why thus dismayed on every side? O tremble, earth, before the Lord, In presence of Jehovah fear, Beneath Whose touch the flinty rock Became a fount of water clear.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 137:4

• [Psa 137:4] Creator Of The World, To Thee

  Creator of the world, to Thee And endless rest of joy belongs; And heavenly choirs are ever free To sing on high their festal songs. But we are fallen creatures here, Where pain and sorrow daily come; And how can we in exile drear Sing out, as they, sweet songs of Home? O Father, who dost promise still That they who mourn shall blessèd be, Grant us to weep for deeds of ill That banish us so long from Thee. But weeping, grant us faith to rest In hope upon Thy loving care; Till Thou restore us, with the blest, Their songs of praise in Heav’n to share. To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, The God Whom Heav’n and earth adore, From men and from the angel host Be praise and glory evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal