David I shall praise you, Lord For bringing me up to this place As I move toward The city and hope of my race As I dare recall The deeds of our ancestors, their supplication, and prayer Never once Losing their faith in their God through the years of despair I am the blood of Abraham The seed of an immortal line Whose life was given to his God Whose promise to his God is mine And to this new Jerusalem Our fathers come at last The sons of Jacob live again The glories of our sacred past Jerusalem, Jerusalem Though palaces may rise Within your walls, your dust, your stones Are prize enough for these contented eyes I shall build the Lord A temple in this holy town As we move toward One nation and one single crown Lest we should pretend Our earthly achievements are somehow the work of mere man This I know: God is the reason--at best, we are part of His plan Absalom, my son I am now the king of all Israel A long journey completed But yours has barely begun . . . Israelites I never believed I would see Israel united under one king I never believed I would see Jerusalem as our capital Absalom I am the blood of Abraham The seed of an immortal line Whose life was given to his God Whose promise to his God is mine Absalom, David, and Chorus And to this new Jerusalem Our fathers come at last The sons of Jacob live again The glories of our sacred past Jerusalem, Jerusalem Though palaces may rise Within your walls, your dust, your stones Are prize enough for these contented eyes
David
I shall praise you, Lord
For bringing me up to this place
As I move toward
The city and hope of my race
As I dare recall
The deeds of our ancestors, their supplication, and prayer
Never once
Losing their faith in their God through the years of despair
I am the blood of Abraham
The seed of an immortal line
Whose life was given to his God
Whose promise to his God is mine
And to this new Jerusalem
Our fathers come at last
The sons of Jacob live again
The glories of our sacred past
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Though palaces may rise
Within your walls, your dust, your stones
Are prize enough for these contented eyes
I shall build the Lord
A temple in this holy town
As we move toward
One nation and one single crown
Lest we should pretend
Our earthly achievements are somehow the work of mere man
This I know:
God is the reason--at best, we are part of His plan
Absalom, my son
I am now the king of all Israel
A long journey completed
But yours has barely begun . . .
Israelites
I never believed I would see Israel united under one king
I never believed I would see Jerusalem as our capital
Absalom
I am the blood of Abraham
The seed of an immortal line
Whose life was given to his God
Whose promise to his God is mine
Absalom, David, and Chorus
And to this new Jerusalem
Our fathers come at last
The sons of Jacob live again
The glories of our sacred past
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Though palaces may rise
Within your walls, your dust, your stones
Are prize enough for these contented eyes
Thank you!
WHAT A SONG, WHAT A CREATION
Agreed Adonai blessed us with David once, some say twice. Shalom!
Ya.