“Tonight will be different.” Thus begins the lecture celebrating 20 years of teaching at 92Y, featuring excerpts from a cantata, A Song for Hope, commissioned for the occasion. When there seems to be no hope, there is a least a quest for hope. And that quest itself affirms life and its sacred purpose. Isn’t this what we have tried to learn in the course of 20 years? My first appearance at 92Y included reading from The Jews of Silence, which is as relevant regarding Soviet Jewry in 1986 as it was in 1965. Then in 1967, going to Israel during the six-day war and beginning on that trip to write the book, A Beggar in Jerusalem, while standing at the newly liberated Western Wall. In 1972, the cantata Ani Maamin preceded a Song for Hope, which is a sort of continuation of it. A Vizhnitz melody for the words Ani Maamin, which I first heard during the Second World War, was forgotten for decades, but then recalled. And now tonight I will sing it.