Through All the Years, May Israel Say

Through all the years

may Is­ra­el say

My bit­ter foes have oft as­sailed

Have sought my hurt in fierce ar­ray

Yet ov­er me have not pre­vailed.

Though scars of con­flict and dis­tress

Remain to tell of tri­als past

Jehovah in His right­eous­ness

Has safe­ly brought us through at last.

The foes of Zi­on shall be brought

To hope­less flight and put to shame;

Their wick­ed plans shall come to naught

And all man­kind forget their name.

To them no kind­ly friend shall say

God bless you now and speed you well;

No grate­ful heart for them shall pray

May God’s rich bless­ing on you dwell.