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I bless the Lord on going out,
Again on coming in;
Before I wash my hands,
And before I break my bread;
After waking up
And before I go to sleep:
All these times I bless the Lord.
I bless my children Friday nights,
My hands upon their heads;
I go to shul and bless the Lord
Time and time again;
The Sabbath done, we all join hands
And bless the sacred day:
All these times I bless the Lord.
Why do I, a modern American,
Do these ancient things?
The same words at the same times
Till time itself shall end?
For I am blessed at every moment
Of this gift of life.
And so I bless the Lord.
I bless the Lord for bread and wine;
I bless the holy days;
I bless the meat that had been blessed
Before the blood was drawn;
I bless the Lord for commanding me
To utter all these blessings:
All these times I bless the Lord.
I bless the Lord each time the Torah
Scrolls are taken out,
And then again each time the scrolls
Are wrapped and placed within;
I bless the Lord for giving me
The Law by which I live:
All these times I bless the Lord.
Why do I, a modern American,
Do these ancient things?
The same words at the same times
Till time itself shall end?
For I am blessed at every moment
Of this gift of life.
And so I bless the Lord,
And so I bless the Lord.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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