God’s Call to Israel

O Israel

to Christ awake

Bend low

God’s chast­en­ing rod to take

Judgment will set with op­en book;

Upon the dy­ing Lamb now look:

For you He died—Je­ho­vah God—

He’ll cleanse you in His pre­cious blood.

O Zion

cap­tive daugh­ter

come

Behold the Lamb! Be­hold the Son!

Look! see His arm is out­stretched still

To bring thee home in His good will;

Awake! as in the an­cient days;

The vi­sion will re­flect His rays.

Jerusalem! Awake! awake!

Shake off thy dust—idols for­sake!

Oh

heark­en

daugh­ter

un­der­stand

Return un­to thy fa­ther­land.

Awake! as in the an­cient days

And on the ho­ly ci­ty gaze.

Arise and shine in God’s true light

All ene­mies He’ll put to flight

With singing un­to Zi­on come

Praising thy God for His dear Son

Awake! as in the an­cient days

And join in psalms and sing His praise.

Awakened by the Son of God

With Spir­it’s wit­ness to the blood

Sorrow and mourn­ing flee away

The Com­fort­er has come to stay

Awakened as in a­ncient days—

The Christ of God has fixed thy gaze.