"Break, shatter, blast." Too many days
This year have known the sullen blaze
And blast disfigure our design.
Our hard hearts, G‑d? They're shivered fine --
What's left, then, for these sounds to craze?
But still by old-convergent ways
We come to speak the word that says
We're what no force can undermine,
Break, shatter, blast.
Then may, this year, the shofar's phrase
Speak to us with gentlest praise
Of steadfast love that shall combine
Us still, while truth may disentwine
Our foes, and all their plotting's maze
Break, shatter, blast!