Psalm 114

When Israel left th'Egyptian Land,
Freed from a tyrannous command;
God his owne People sanctifi'd,
And he himselfe became their Guide.
Th'amazed Seas, this seeing, fled;
And Jordan shrunke into his Head:
The cloudy Mountaines skipt like Rams;
The little Hils like frisking Lambs.
Recoyling Seas, what caus'd your dread?
Why Jordan, shrunk'st thou to thy Head?
Why, Mountaines, did you skip like Rams?
And why you little Hils, like Lambs?
Earth, tremble thou before his Face;
Before the God of Jacobs Race;
Who turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake;
When Springs from flinty intrailes brake.