When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her father�s God before her moved,
An awful Guide, in smoke and flame.

By day, along the astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia�s crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column�s glow.

Thus present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray.

And O, when gathers on our path,
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be Thou, long suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light.