Thou Very Paschal Lamb,
Whose Blood For Us Was Shed,
Through Whom We Out Of Egypt Came,
Thy Ransomed People Lead.

Angel Of Gospel Grace,
Fulfil Thy Character:
To Guard And Feed The Chosen Race,
In Israel’s Camp Appear.

Throughout The Desert Way
Conduct Us By Thy Light;
Be Thou A Cooling Cloud By Day,
A Cheering Fire By Night.

Our Fainting Souls Sustain
With Blessings From Above;
And Ever On Thy People Rain
The Manna Of Thy Love.