Thou very Paschal Lamb, whose blood for us was shed, through whom we out of Egypt came, thy ransom’d people lead. Angel of Gospel-grace, fulfill thy character; to guard and feed thy 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.
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