The altar fires have been banked
Eternal flames burn low
The lips that mumble ancient words
Their meaning scarcely know
Empty and poor we have become
Lord, give us strength to grow.
Your flocks are scattered and your sheep
Drift on roads separate
Your shepherds have forgotten how
Your message to translate
Oh, give us heart, the Lord of hosts
You who alone are great.
The saving remnant in your land
Have gone through siege and hell
Through war and want their faith holds firm
We pray and wish them well
You who makes peace in heavens high
Bring peace on Israel.
And may it be your wish and plan
To sprout the hidden seed
To help Your people once again
In time of dire need
To make a bright light shine once more
To rally us and lead.
Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern