God of awe, God of might, God of awe, God of might,
Grant us pardon in this hour, As Your gates are closed this night.

We who few have been from yore,

Raise our eyes to heaven's height,
Trembling, fearful in our prayer, As Your gates are closed this night.

Pouring out our soul we pray

That the sentence You will write
Shall be one of pardoned sin, As Thy gates are closed this night.

God, our refuge strong and sure, Rescue us from dreadful plight;
Seal our destiny for joy, As Your gates are closed this night.

Grant us favor, show us grace; But of all who wrest the right
And oppress, be You the judge, As Your gates are closed this night.

Generations of our sires Strong in faith walked in Your light.
As of old, renew our days, As Your gates are closed this night.

Gather Judah's scattered flock Unto Zion's rebuilt site.
Bless this year with grace divine, As Your gates are closed this night.

May we all, both old and young, Look for gladness and delight
In the many years to come, As Your gates are closed this night.

Michael, Prince of Israel, Gabriel, Your angels bright,
With Elijah, come, redeem, As Your gates are closed this night.