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.