Lifted Up On High

How I love you,

O' Israel.

You are one,

of the oldest gifts.

You are a city,

that sits high on the hill.

Your nation is exalted.

You are a beautiful wonder.

So it is no wonder at all,

that others want you.

Yet, your beauty shows -

when you valiantly,

defend yourself.

When others come against you -

many against a small nation -

you defend yourself valiantly.

Isreal,

O' Israel,

your trees grow beautifully.

Your waters glisten,

off of the sun. 

O' Israel,

you will forever,

be a part of me.