Dror Yikra

He grants release to lad and lass
As His eye's apple safe, they play
Their innocence shall never pass
Then take your ease this Sabbath day
O seek in love my martyred shrine
And to mine eyes salvation show
In Zion's vineyard plant her vine
And hear my people's cry of woe
On Bozrah's sin tread deep Thy press
That Thy fair world be pure once more
'Gainst Babel's full-grown wickedness
This day Thy safeguard I implore
On desert hill Thy garden rear
Make bloom the myrtle, fir and pine
Teachers and taught - Thy saplings dear
Nurture with streams of peace divine
Our foemen rage in wrath and pride
O turn their hearts, contrite, to Thee
Then shall our mouths in song be wide
Our tongues, with them in unity
By wisdom crowned, in regal state
Let quest of wisdom be your goal
As you each Sabbath consecrate
May Sabbath consecrate your soul



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Writer(s): Bertini Choir
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