When Is­ra­el through the des­ert passed,
A fie­ry pil­lar went be­fore;
Their guide by night through all the waste
From Egypt quite to Ca­naan’s shore.

Such is Thy glo­ri­ous Word, O God,
’Tis for our light and guid­ance giv’n;
It sheds its lus­ter all abroad
And points the path to bliss and Heav’n.

It fills the soul with sweet de­light,
And quick­ens its in­ac­tive pow­ers;
Sets all our wan­der­ing foot­steps right,
Displays Thy love, and kin­dles ours.

Its pro­mis­es re­joice our hearts,
Its doc­trines are di­vine­ly true;
Knowledge and plea­sure it im­parts,
Yields com­fort and in­struct­ion, too.

Ye fa­vored lands that have this Word,
[Originally, Ye Bri­tish isles, who have this word]
Ye saints who feel its sav­ing pow­er,
Your ef­forts join with one ac­cord,
To send it forth to ev­ery shore.