Seventh Song of Hillel Hear my acclaim, O Lord!You who tested my fathers in the wildernessTo reveal the secrets of their hearts When the enemy came against meHe sought to rend my flesh and crush my bonesTo extinguish the fire within my soulA suffering from which the grave alone could deliver meThe torment not merely the tribulationsBut the bitterness of victoryFor we are rebels of the RebelThough Caesar’s auspices varyAlways we stand against the ruler of this worldWhat shall I say to the adopted ones? Look upon Jacob’s Ladder!That dead wood rooted in the groundBlessed by the LordBy which He shall retrieve His holy onesIt is certain that the conqueror shall not come out unscathedHe shall bear his scarsYet a sign marks himThe sign of the LORD, one of enduring LoveWill the enemy seek out my undoing once more? Should it even be asked?Shall I be left to Uriah’s fate?No, for my King stands at my sideAnd I know that if I should be struck downAs long as I but cling to LifeI will be drawn to JerusalemMy wounds shall be healedAnd a crown of glory laid upon my headThe Glory of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...