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1 Through all the years, may Israel say,
My bitter foes have oft assailed,
Have sought my hurt in fierce array,
Yet over me have not prevailed.
2 Though scars of conflict and distress
Remain to tell of trials past,
Jehovah in His righteousness
Has safely brought us through at last.
3 The foes of Zion shall be brought
To hopeless flight and put to shame;
Their wicked plans shall come to naught
And all mankind forget their name.
4 To them no kindly friend shall say,
God bless you now and speed you well;
No grateful heart for them shall pray,
May God's rich blessing on you dwell.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912