For Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year.
The Lord of Hosts sits high upon His throne
And gazes down upon a human sea.
Its churning passions toss the multitudes
Like helpless driftwood; He is not amused.
He notes their endless strife and lack of care
For those less fortunate; He marks their names
Upon His book of deeds. He will remember
Those who profane His name and hate His people.
His power will soon defeat His enemies;
His name will soon be praised across the earth.
Remember well His sovereign might; remember
All his blessings; remember He is just.
Sound the shofar; proclaim His holy name!