Daughter of Zion, from the Dust

Daughter of Zi­on

from the dust

Exalt thy fall­en head;

Again in thy Re­deem­er trust

He calls thee from the dead.

Awake

awake

put on thy strength

Thy beau­ti­ful array;

The day of free­dom dawns at length

The Lord’s ap­point­ed day.

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!

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.

Thus

though the uni­verse shall burn

And God His works de­stroy

With songs thy ran­somed shall re­turn

And ev­er­last­ing joy.