Oh, blessed be the Lord who is my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers
for battle.
The love who is my fortress, the height who sets me free.
My refuge and my shield, setting nations under me.
Oh Lord, what is man that you should take note of him, or the son of man that you
give him thought?
Man is like a breath, his days a passing shadow.
Yes, man is just a breath, his days a passing shadow.
Bow your heavens, oh Lord, and come down.
Touch the mountains again so that they smoke.
To scatter flash your lightning, to rout them send your arrows.
Your hand stretch from on high to save and set me free.
Oh, blessed be the Lord who is my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers
for battle.
The love who is my fortress, the height who sets me free.
My refuge and my shield, setting nations under me.
Oh, save me from deep waters and out of foreign hands.
Their mouths uttering lies, this scene is their right hand.
A new song I will sing unto you, my God.
I'll sing my praise to you upon a ten-stringed harp.
Saving kings and his servant David from evil swords.
Rescuing and saving from foreign hands.
Their mouths are speaking lies, this scene is their right hand.
Yes, they are speaking lies, this scene is their right hand.
Oh, blessed be the Lord who is my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers
for battle.
The love who is my fortress, the height who sets me free.
My refuge and my shield, setting nations under me.
Oh, let our sons and their youth be as full-grown plants.
Our daughters fashioned as pillars in a palace.
Oh, let our barns be full, furnished in all ways.
Our flocks all bearing thousands, ten thousands in our fields.
Our cattle bearing without mishap or any loss.
And may there be no outcry in our streets.
How blessed is the nation for whom it is like this.
How blessed are the people whose God is the Lord.
Oh, blessed be the Lord who is my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers
for battle.
The love who is my fortress, the height who sets me free.
My refuge and my shield, setting nations under me.
Oh, blessed be the Lord who is my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers
for battle.
The love who is my fortress, the height who sets me free.
My refuge and my shield, setting nations under me.