433 St. Martin's. C.M.

Daughter of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust --
He calls thee from the dead.

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length --
The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;
Say to the South, Give up thy charge!
And, Keep not back, O North!

4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands,
Where'er they rest or roam,
Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

James Montgomery, 1825.