• Rock of ages, let out song
    Praise Your saving power;
    You, amid the raging foes,
    Were our sheltering tower.
    Furious they assailed us,
    But your arm availed us
    And your word
    Broke their sword,
    When our own strength failed us.

    Children of the Maccabees,
    Whether free or fettered,
    Wake the echos of the songs,
    Where You may be scattered.
    Yours the message cheering
    That the time is nearing.
    Which will see
    All men free,
    Tyrants disappearing.