Awake From Thy Sadness

Daughter of Zion! awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o' er the hills dawns the daystar of gladness- Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o' er.

Daughter of Zion! Awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more.

Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them, And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled like chaff from the scourge that pursued them: Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.

Daughter of Zion! the pow' r that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.