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.

[XLIX.]

“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;—