The Lord Our Stronghold (Third Sunday of Advent)

Sing, daughter;

Your enemies come across the hills
Resplendent in all of their power,
But they will not come near to you;
They will balk at this fortress.

Dance, Israel;

The battle is not over, yet
The heralds run across the hills,
The message of the victory bright
In their hearts to tell you.

Rejoice, captives;

See the strong man fall down, slain,
His army fleeing, frightened from
The stronghold of our mighty King.
Hear the trumpets sounding.

Bow, O people;

Wash yourselves; rise up clean
From the waters of this mercy;
Walk into the new day, hearts
Ripe with the fruit of this freedom.

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