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.