Israel’s God

NO longer the children of Zion need weep;

From Judea’s fair mountains, from over the deep,

From hill top and valley the pæans are sung

In every known language, our own holy tongue;

Our cause is triumphant, our freedom is won,

“The God of our People, Our Lord, He is One.”

United the sound of Israel’s great host,

Descendants of Judah now their proud boast;

Ascending each hour in psalm and in praise,

Their voices together in harmony raise.

The cry of our faith from out the dim past,

From ages unknown, till mortal shall last,

From birth, until Death says our course has been run,

We continue to sing “Our God He is One.”

Oh! land of our fathers, in God’s chosen time,

May we speedily pray at thy sacred shrine,

And upward to Heav’n, as on wings of a dove,

Our reliance on Thee, Thy care, and Thy love,

To gather Thy children, as sheep in a fold,

To worship together in praise, as of old;

“Hear, O Israel,” we’ll sing then, as one mighty word.

“He is One, is our God; He is One, is our Lord.”