Awake, O Zi­on’s daugh­ter,
Awake from sor­row’s night;
Come forth in all thy beau­ty,
Arrayed in gar­ments bright;
Why should thy vales be si­lent?
Why should thy harps be still,
When He, the Lord, is com­ing,
Thy soul with joy to fill?

Refrain

Awake, awake, O Zi­on’s daugh­ter,
Awake from sor­row’s night;
Come forth in all thy beau­ty,
Arrayed in gar­ments bright.

Thou hast not been for­sak­en,
Tho’ long by foes op­pressed;
Thy tears were not un­heed­ed,
By Him who loves thee best;
Oh, look above the sha­dows
For Him who yet shall reign;
Look up with eyes ex­pect­ant,
Thy trust is not in vain.

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His arm thy foes shall con­quer,
His pow­er their strength shall bind,
And they shall fly in ter­ror,
Like chaff be­fore the wind,
While thou thy­self tri­um­phant,
Upon the earth shall stand,
The light of ev­ery na­tion,
The pride of ev­ery land.

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