And in Israel, his own

Might was shewn,

And his power and strength unbounded.

3. The sea seeing him come nigh,
Straight did fly,

As one frighted and perplexed;

All his surges from earth part
To his heart

Ran to succour it, so vexed.
Jordan with a liquid wing,
To his spring

Fled, as to his life's sole-giver;

If the sea, amaz'd did flee,

Much more he,

But a brook, a petty river.

4. Mountains leap'd like frolic rams,

And like lambs

Frisking in some flowery valley:

Mountainets did trembling trip,

Dance, and skip,

Seeming sportfully to dally.

5. Say, O Sea, what ailed thee

So to flee,

And thy channel to discover?

Jordan, why hadst thou recourse
To thy source,

And thy wonted way gav'st over?

6. Mountains, why leap'd ye like rams, And like lambs

Frisking in some flowery valley?

Mountainets, why did ye trip,

Dance, and skip,

Seeming sportfully to dally?

7. The firm-founded earth did quake,
Shrink, and shake,

At the Lord's all-daunting presence;
At his presence, whose hand wrought
All of naught,

Jacob's God, all creature's essence.

8. Who the dry hard craggy rock

With a knock

Makes a fountain fully flowing;

And the fire-sire flint a pool,

So to cool

Israel, with thirst's heat glowing.

PSALM CXXIII.

Anonymous.

1. WITH misery enclos'd, By all the world oppos'd,

To thee I lift mine eye,

O thou that dwell'st on high,

Assur'd that thou wilt hear,

And me dejected cheer!

2. Lo, as a servant's eye

Still looks regardfully

Upon his master's hand

For gift more than command;

And as a handmaid still

Attends her mistress's will:

So we, with sorrow fraight,
Near sunk, upon thee wait,

Our hopeful eye and heart

Fix'd on thee, never start,
Till thou, for thine own sake,

Some pity on us take.

3. O Lord, we do resort

To thee, our safest port;

With help compassionate

Our healthless, helpless state;

For we, and we alone,

Are scorn'd and trampled on.

4. Our souls are fill'd with vaunts,

And with reproachful taunts,

From them that wealthy be,

And hate both us and thee,

And with derisions

From proud and mighty ones.

PSALM CXXIV.

By Joseph Bryan.

1. Ir the Lord, our God and Guide,

On our side

Had not been, and us protected,

Israel's seed may truly say,

By this day,

This day, so much to be respected:

2. If the Lord, our God and Guide, On our side

Had not been, and us protected,

When our foes, with malice fraught,
Closely sought

Their damn'd plots to have effected:

3. They had then devour'd us all,
Great and small,

And engulph'd us quick and quickly;
For so raging was the mood,

And so wood,

That no milder doom was likely.

4. Then the waters, hemming round,

Had us drown'd,

And the floods our souls had drenched.

5. Then our souls in swelling waves,

As in graves,

Had been swallow'd, and entrenched.

6. Prais'd be God, with all our souls,

Who controuls

Our proud foes, and hath not given

Us a prey to their fell jaws

Or fierce paws,

But their forces back hath driven.