Awake, O Zion’s Daughter

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?

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.

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.