But

Thou

hast said, the blood of goat,

The flesh of rams, I will not prize;

A contrite heart, and humble thought,

Are mine accepted sacrifice.

When Israel , of the Lord beloved, Out of the land of bondage came, Her father’s God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonish’d lands The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia’s crimson’d sands Returned the fiery column’s glow.