1 Rock of Ages, let our song
praise your saving power;
you amidst the raging foes
were our sheltering tower.
Raging they assailed us,
but your arm availed us,
and your word broke their sword
when our own strength failed us.

2 Kindling new the holy lamps,
priests, unbowed by suffering,
purified the nation’s shrine,
brought to God their offering.
And in lands surrounding
hear the joy abounding,
happy throngs singing songs
with a mighty sounding.

3 Children of the prophet’s word
whether free or fettered,
wake the echoes of the songs
where you may be scattered.
Yours the message cheering
that the time is nearing
which shall see nations free,
tyrants disappearing.