I stood upon your rampart walls,
Etched with scars of time.
And joined those ancient voices
Who left their trace behind.
For the love of God, no breach was made;
Each link in chain stood fast.
Each watchful eye, in spirit's quest,
Stood guard until the last.
Here, no distance can be measured;
Satanic foes are stemmed.
As echoes of voices through all generations
Pray peace o'er Jerusalem