Blessed Be the God of Israel

Blessed be the God of Is­ra­el

Who comes to set us free

And rais­es up new hope for us:

A Branch from Da­vid’s tree.

So have the pro­phets long de­clared

That with a migh­ty arm

God would turn back our en­emies

And all who wish us harm.

With pro­mised mer­cy will God still

The co­ve­nant re­call

The oath once sworn to Ab­ra­ham

From foes to save us all;

That we might wor­ship with­out fear

And of­fer lives of praise

In ho­li­ness and right­eous­ness

To serve God all our days.

My child

as pro­phet of the Lord

You will pre­pare the way

To tell God’s peo­ple they are saved

From sin’s eter­nal sway.

Then shall God’s mer­cy from on high

Shine forth and nev­er cease

To drive away the gloom of death

And lead us in­to peace.