Rock of Ages, Let Our Song

Rock of Ages, let our song praise your saving power;

you amidst the raging foes were our sheltering tower.

Raging they assailed us, but your arm availed us,

and your word broke their sword when our own strength failed us.

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Kindling new the holy lamps, priests, unbowed by suffering,

purified the nation’s shrine, brought to God their offering.

And in lands surrounding hear the joy abounding,

happy throngs singing songs with a mighty sounding.

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Children of the prophet’s word whether free or fettered,

wake the echoes of the songs where you may be scattered.

Yours the message cheering that the time is nearing

which shall see nations free, tyrants disappearing.