"I will lift my eyes to the hills—

From whence comes my help?

My help comes from the Lord,

Who made heaven and earth."

Behold, our savior comes from the hills

He has not forsaken his people.

He has come, and he has found a welcoming nation.

As he treads upon this barren ground,

The grass springs anew, green and fresh with life.

Deep blue robes exchanged for purest white—

This is the savior for whom we have yearned.

Shunned by the world, but praised by a faithful few.

We reap now the benefits of our watchfulness

And follow his guiding hand into the Promised Land.