Why fled the ocean? And why skipp'd the mountains?
Why turn'd Jordan towards his crystal fountains?
Shake, earth! and at the presence be aghast
Of Him that ever was, and aye shall last;
That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.

Who, by his all-commanding might,

Did fill the new-made world with light;
For his, &c.

And caused the golden-tressed sun
All the day long his course to run;

For his, &c

The horned moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright;
For his, &c.

He, with his thunder-clasping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt land;
For his, &c.

And, in despite of Pharaoh fell,

He brought from thence his Israel;

For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
Of the Erythræan main;

For his, &c.

The floods stood still, like walls of glass,

While the Hebrew bands did pass;

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He hath, with a piteous eye,
Beheld us in our misery;
For his, &c.

And freed us from the slavery

Of the invading enemy;

For his, &c.

All living creatures he doth feed,

And with full hand supplies their need;

For his, &c.

Let us, therefore, warble forth
His mighty majesty and worth;
For his, &c.

That his mansion hath on high,
Above the reach of mortal eye;

For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

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