Out from the land of bondage came,
Her fathers’ God before her moved,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.
2 By day, along the astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia’s crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column’s glow.
3 Thus present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen,