WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her fathers' 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. There rose the chord hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen, And Zion's daughters poured their lays, With priest's and warrior's voice between No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone: Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own. But, 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 stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! Our harps we left by Babel's streams, The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn; No censer round our altar beams, And mute are timbrel, harp, and horn. But Thou hast said," The blood of goat, The flesh of rams, I will not prize; A contrite heart, a humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice ." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND NIGHT BY THE RIVER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT IMAGES: 4 by RICHARD ALDINGTON NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 20 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |