תוכו רצוף אהבה [Tocho Ratsuf Ahava] [English translation]

He withholds His tribe, without withholding His love

He holds out His wand, to whoever reaches out their hand

He never turns a blind eye, over His followers

Even when we're a wreck, we're still His most precious piece

For He is filled with love, filled with love

His home is spaciously crowded, spaciously crowded

Granting us pardon, not just at the Closing Prayer

Praise awaits for Thee

His hands are many, and nothing precedes His precedence

Even songs as many as the sand, is only a few of His praise

Beyond the letter of the law, He leads His world

And before the angels, He demands for the safety of His people

For He is filled with love, filled with love

His home is spaciously crowded, spaciously crowded

Granting us pardon, not just at the Closing Prayer

Praise awaits for Thee

He shall

"Give unto them a garland for ashes

The oil of joy for mourning

The mantle of praise for the spirit of heaviness"

Filled with love

Granting us pardon, not just at the Closing Prayer

Praise awaits for Thee

For He is filled with love, filled with love

His home is spaciously crowded, spaciously crowded

Granting us pardon, not just at the Closing Prayer

Praise awaits