Give a sword to me
Now, in youth!
By the candle’s light
Kindled here to-night,
Do I vow to fight
For the truth.
Still the Greeks are here,
Still we yield in fear,
Cringe and cower.
Make my people free
That their eyes may see
Blessings for Chanukah
Blessed art thou, O God our Lord,
Who made us holy with his word,
And told us on this feast of light
To light one candle more each night.
(Because when foes about us pressed
To crush us all with death or shame,
The Lord his priests with courage blest
To strike and give his people rest
And in the House that he loved best
Relight our everlasting flame.)
Blest art Thou, the whole world’s King,
Who did so wonderful a thing
For our own fathers true and bold
At this same time in days of old!