Where’er she is by tyrant force enchained,
And while the thraldom lasts, Oh! let her see
Her safety here, where, ever unprofaned
By persecution, her free altars are maintained.
“Accept, O Lord! our thanks for mercies past;
Thou wast our cloud by day, our fire by night,
While yet we journeyed through the dreary vast;
Thou Canaan more than givest to our sight;—