1 When forth from Egypt's trembling strand
The tribes of Israel sped,
And Jacob in the stranger's land
Departing banners spread;--
2 The sea beheld, and, struck with dread,
Rolled all its billows back;
And Jordan, through his deepest bed,
Revealed their destined track.
3 What ailed thee, O thou mighty sea,
And rolled thy waves in dread?
What bade thy tide, O Jordan, flee,
And bare its deepest bed?
4 O earth, before the Lord, the God
Of Jacob, trembling still;
Who makes the waste a watered sod,
The flint of gushing rill.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #75