1 Many times since days of youth,
May Israel truly say,

1 How blest the man who fears the Lord,
Who walks by His unerring word;

1 Vainly through the night the ranger
Keeps his watch lest foes alarm;

1 When God reveal’d His gracious name
And changed my mournful state,

1 Who in the Lord confide,
And feel His sprinkled blood,

1 Unshaken as the sacred hill,
And firm as mountains be,

1 Had not the Lord, my soul may cry,
Had not the Lord been on my side;

1 Unto Thee I lift my eyes,
Thou that dwellest in the skies;

1 Pray that Jerusalem may have
Peace and felicity:

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,