Now to God, our strength and Sav­ior,
Render praise and loud­ly sing.
In our fa­thers’ God re­joic­ing,
All your nob­lest mu­sic bring.

Let the trum­pet, far re­sound­ing,
This our fest­al day pro­claim,
By our fa­thers’ God ap­point­ed,
When from bond­age Is­ra­el came.

I, thy God, re­moved thy bur­dens,
When thou calledst, set thee free,
Proved thee in the thirs­ty desert,
In the thun­der an­swered thee.

O My peo­ple, hear My plead­ings;
O that thou wouldst heark­en now;
No strange wor­ship shalt thou of­fer,
Nor to id­ols shalt thou bow.

I am God the Lord who saved thee,
And from cru­el bond­age freed;
Open wide thy mouth of long­ing;
I will sa­tis­fy thy need.

But My peo­ple would not heark­en,
Yea, they would not yield to Me;
So I left them in their blind­ness,
Their own coun­sel­ors to be.

If My peo­ple would ob­ey Me,
Gladly walk­ing in My ways,
Soon would I, their foes sub­du­ing,
Fill their lips with songs of praise.

All the hat­ers of Je­ho­vah
Shall His cle­men­cy im­plore,
And the days of those that love Him
Shall en­dure for­ev­er­more.

Yea, with wheat the ve­ry fin­est
I their hun­ger will sup­ply,
Bid the ve­ry rocks yield ho­ney
That shall ful­ly sa­tis­fy.