Blessed be the Lord, my rock, Who trains my hands and fingers for the battle. He is fortress, mercy, shield, deliverer; Under Him I find my refuge. What is man that You would know him? Human days are shadows passing by. Bow the heavens, touch the mountains, Send Your hand and rescue from great waters. I will sing a new song to You, Play upon the strings of praise. You give victory unto kings And save Your servant from the sword. Let our children grow like strong young plants, Our daughters shaped like pillars of a palace. Let our barns be full and flocks increase, And let no cry of sorrow fill the streets. Blessed are the people who receive such good; Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord.