[brief intro] [Crisp, relaxed 1970s ballad vocal delivery] [Light brass accents, airy retro production] duet] Blest be the Eternal, my Rock and strength; Who trains my hands for the battle, my fight; He is my fortress, my shield and high tower; My strong deliverer, refuge in war. Lord, what is man that You take thought of him; A fading breath, like a shadow that flees? Bow down the heavens, O Lord, and come near; Touch the high mountains, so that they smoke. Flash forth Your lightning, and scatter the foe; Send out Your arrows, and put them to flight. Stretch from on high and deliver my soul, Out of deep waters and strangers’ false hands; I sing a new song to You, O my God; On ten-stringed harp I will Praise You my Lord, May our youthful sons be like plants full grown, May our gardens produce abundantly May our sheep bring forth thousands in our fields; Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord.
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