Rouse thee, soul, the day is fleet­ing;
Look, life’s sands are al­most run;
Twilight shades the earth are greet­ing,
And the stars shine one by one.
Rouse thee now, go forth to bat­tle,
List, the foe­man’s tramp is near;
Hear ye not the war-whoop’s rat­tle
Marshaling both van and rear?

Refrain

Then awake, then awake,
Then awake, put on thy strength, O Zi­on,
Rouse thee now to arms,
Fear no dread al­arms, Zi­on, awake.

Round thee (as the walls of Zi­on,
Do the ho­ly ci­ty stand,)
Israel’s chief­tain—Judah’s li­on,
Stretches forth His sav­ing hand;
Who shall harm thee—who de­feat thee,
Who shall tri­umph o’er thy fall,
While the Lord of lords shall greet thee,
And ye an­swer to His call?

Refrain

See sal­va­tion’s stand­ard flaunt­ing
Proudly o’er the clash and din,
With her bul­warks round thee vaunt­ing
And de­fi­ant hosts of sin;
Israel, ral­ly—ne­ver fal­ter,
Forward press in stea­dy line,
God hath pro­mised—He’ll not al­ter—
Thou shalt con­quer, thou art Mine.

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