May our sons in youth, be firm in their roots
May our daughters be pillars, in the palace of truth
May our houses be homes, may our wells overflow
May our peace increase ten-thousand fold
May we slay deceit, rise from defeat
May You keep us from captivity
May our walls be strong, if we sing Your songs
If we sing Your praises all day long
May You raise the roads, all the old dry bones
Of this sun-burned city, that we call our home
If we quickly come where injustice is done
If we spend ourselves for the ones You love
May we loose the chains, may we break the bonds
May we break our bread with the hungry ones
May we not pass by when the naked cry
For a coat or a quarter or a little bit of time
May our sons in youth, be firm in their roots
May our daughters be pillars in the palace of truth
If we quickly come where injustice is done
If we spend ourselves for the ones You love