But let the righteous, joyful, sing
To Him who on the heav'ns doth ride,
And walks the wind as though on wing,
Extol His Name that doth abide,
For Yahweh shall His people save
And in His Son destroy the grave.
Our Father now, since through His Son
To us, His children, mercy gives,
As victory the widow won,
So too our Righteous Judge now lives.
O Father, send him soon we pray,
Make strong our faith until that Day.
The LORD hath chosen Zion's hill,
Because of Salem's temple there
All nations woship at His will,
And bring all earthly treasures fair.
O bless the Fount of Israel,
Now with His people He will dwell.