When Israel, of the Lord Beloved

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.

There rose the chor­al hymn of praise

And trump and tim­brel an­swered keen

And Zion’s daugh­ters poured their lays

With priest’s and war­ri­or’s voice be­tween.

By day

along th’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.