7 O God, what time thou didst go forth
before thy people’s face;
and when through the great wilderness
thy glorious marching was;
8 then at God’s presence shook the earth,
then drops from heaven fell;
this Sinai shook before the Lord,
the God of Israel.
9 O God, thou to thine heritage
didst send a plenteous rain,
whereby thou, when it weary was,
didst it refresh again.
10 Thy congregation then did make
their habitation there:
of thine own goodness for the poor,
O God, thou didst prepare.
11 The Lord himself did give the word,
the word abroad did spread;
great was the company of them
the same who published.
12 Kings of great armies foiled were,
and forced to flee away;
and women, who remained at home,
distributed the prey.
13 Though ye have lain among the pots,
like doves ye shall appear,
whose wings with silver, and with gold
whose feathers covered are.
14 When there the Almighty scattered kings,
like Salmon’s snow ‘twas white.
15 A hill of God is Bashan's hill,
a towering hill for height.
16 Why do ye frown, ye mountains high,
upon the hill of God?
Here God desires to dwell, the Lord
for aye will make abode.
Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P68b