Wake, Harp of Zion

Wake

harp of Zi­on

wake again

Upon thine an­cient hill

On Jor­dan’s long de­sert­ed plain

By Ked­ron’s low­ly rill.

The hymn shall yet in Zi­on swell

That sounds Mes­si­ah’s praise

And thy loved name

Em­man­uel

As once in an­cient days.

For Is­ra­el yet shall own her king

For her sal­va­tion waits

And hill and dale shall sweet­ly sing

With praise in all her gates.

O hast­en

Lord

these pro­mised days

When Is­ra­el shall re­joice

And Jew and Gen­tile join in praise

With one unit­ed voice!