Rock of Ages, let our song, praise Thy saving power; 
Thou, amidst the raging foes, wast our sheltering tower. 
Furious they assailed us, but Thine arm availed us, 
And Thy Word broke their sword, when our own strength failed us. 
And Thy Word broke their sword, when our own strength failed us.

Kindling new the holy lamps, priests, approved in suffering, 
Purified the nation's shrine, brought to God their offering. 
And His courts surrounding, hear, in joy abounding, 
Happy throngs, singing songs with a mighty sounding. 
Happy throngs, singing songs with a mighty sounding.

Children of the martyr race, whether free or fettered, 
Wake the echoes of the songs where ye may be scattered. 
Yours the message cheering that the time is nearing 
Which will see, all men free, tyrants disappearing. 
Which will see, all men free, tyrants disappearing.

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This popular non-literal translation called "Rock of Ages", is based on the German version by Leopold Stein (1810–1882), and was written by Talmudic linguist Marcus Jastrow and Gustav Gottheil.