[Movement I] Jacob held the heel, then held through the night, He wept at Bethel and learned how to wait. But Ephraim weighed with a crooked scale, Cloud in the morning, chaff on the floor, [Movement II] Called wealth an acquittal while mercy grew pale. Return with words, not horses or gold, No hand-shaped god and no empire to hold. Smoke through a window, then seen no more. [Movement III] Heal our backsliding; take guilt away, Let praise from our lips be the calves we now pay. I will be as dew; the lily will rise, Roots like Lebanon, branches under wide skies. [Bridge] From me is thy fruit; let the wise understand: The ways of the LORD are right in the land. [Coda] Cloud in the morning, chaff on the floor, Smoke through a window, then seen no more. From me is thy fruit; let the wise understand: The ways of the LORD are right in the land.