Hi All,
Sephardic liturgical poem :
"God of awe, God of might, God of awe, God of might,
Grant us pardon in this hour, As Thy gates are closed this night
We who few have been from yore Raise our eyes to heaven's height,
Trembling, fearful in our prayer, As Thy gates are closed this night.
Pouring out our soul we pray That the sentence Thou will write
Shall be one of pardoned sin, As Thy gates are closed this night.
God, our refuge strong and sure, Rescue us from dreadful plight;
Seal our destiny for joy, As Thy gates are closed this night.
Grant us favour, show us grace; But of all who wrest the right
And oppress, be Thou the judge, As Thy gates are closed this night.
Generations of our sires Strong in faith walked in Thy light.
As of old, renew our days,As Thy gates are closed this night.
Gather Judah's scattered flock Unto Zion's rebuilt site.
Bless this year with grace divine, As Thy are closed this night.
May we all, both old and young, Look for gladness and delight
In the many years to come, As Thy gates are closed this night.
Michael, Prince of Israel,Gabriel, Thy angels bright,
With Elijah, come, redeem, As Thy gates are closed this night."
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