Sanctuary Messianic

It Is He (Bonay Y’Rushalayim)

by Lamb

Bo-Neh Y’ru’sha-Lay-Im Adonai

Nid-Chei Yisrael Y’cha-Nes

Bo-Neh Y’ru-Sha-Lay-Im Adonai

Nid-Chai Yisrael Y’cha-Nais

Nid-Chai Yisrael Y’cha-Nais

It Is He Who Numbers The Stars,

It Is He Who Healeth The Broken In Heart,

It Is He Who Binds Up Our Wounds,

Great And Mighty Is He.

It Is He Who Grants Us The Rain,

Waters The Fields,

And Gives Us The Grass And The Grain,

Even When The Young Raven Cries,

Great And Mighty Is He.

Lift Up The Lord, Jerusalem,

And Praise Your God, O Zion,

For He Has Strengthened

The Bars Of Your Gates,

And Blessed Your Sons Forever.

I love to tell the story Of unseen things above,

Of Jesus and His glory, Of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story, Because I know ’tis true;

It satisfies my longings As nothing else can do.

I love to tell the story,

’Twill be my theme in glory

To tell the old, old story

of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story; More wonderful it seems

Than all the golden fancies Of all my golden dreams,

I love to tell the story, It did so much for me;

And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story; ’Tis pleasant to repeat

What seems each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet.

I love to tell the story; For some have never heard

The message of salvation From God’s own holy Word.

I love to tell the story; For those who know it best

Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it like the rest.

And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,

’Twill be the old, old story, That I have loved so long.

Jesus climbed the hill to the garden still

His steps were heavy and slow

Love and a prayer took Him there

To the place only He could go

Gethsemane Jesus loves me

So He went willingly to Gethsemane

He felt all that was sad, wicked or bad

All the pain we would ever know

While His friends were asleep He fought to keep

His promise made long ago

Gethsemane Jesus loves me

So He went willingly to Gethsemane

The hardest thing that ever was done

The greatest pain that ever was known

The biggest battle that ever was won

This was done by Jesus, The fight was won by Jesus

Gethsemane Jesus loves me

So He gave this gift to me in Gethsemane

Adon olam, asher malach,
b’terem kol y’tzir nivra.
L’et na’asah v’cheftzo kol,
azai melech sh’mo nikra.

V’acharey kichlot hakol,
l’vado yimloch nora.
V’hu haya, v’hu hoveh,
v’hu yih’yeh b’tifara.

V’hu echad, v’eyn sheni
l’hamshil lo, l’hachbira.
B’li reishit, b’li tachlit,
v’lo ha’oz v’hamisrah.

V’hu Eli, v’chai go’ali,
v’tzur chevli b’et tzarah.
V’hu nisi umanos li,
m’nat kosi b’yom ekra.

B’yado afkid ruchi
b’et ishan v’a’irah.
V’im ruchi g’viyati,
Adonai li v’lo ira.

The Lord of the Universe who reigned
before anything was created.
When all was made by his will
He was acknowledged as King.

And when all shall end
He still all alone shall reign.
He was, He is,
and He shall be in glory.

And He is one, and there’s no other,
to compare or join Him.
Without beginning, without end
and to Him belongs dominion and power.

And He is my God, my living God
to Him I flee in time of grief,
and He is my miracle and my refuge,
who answers the day I shall call.

To Him I commend my spirit,
in the time of sleep and awakening,
even if my spirit leaves,
God is with me, I shall not fear.