Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war
My steadfast love, deliverer, my shield and so much more
You make me fit for battle, Lord, and give me victory
How is it that you care so much for mortal men like me?
Our days are like a breath of air, a fleeting shadow passed
Lord, open wide the heavens now, come down with mighty blast
Hurl lightning bolts, shoot arrows, Lord, confuse the enemy
From lying lips of strangers, Lord, reach out and rescue me.
Then with my harp I’ll sing new songs, a song of praise to You
You rescue me from cruel swords, my enemies subdue.
In safety now, our sons can grow to full maturity
Our daughters, too, like pillars stand, in royal dignity.
Your blessing fills our barns with good, our flocks and herds increase
With safety and prosperity you bless our city’s streets
Such is the happy state of all who know You as their Lord
With untold blessings, loving care, their trust You do reward.
© J Dan Small