Zion, Awake

Rouse thee

soul

the day is fleet­ing;

Look

life’s sands are al­most run;

Twilight shades the earth are greet­ing

And the stars shine one by one.

Rouse thee now

go forth to bat­tle

List

the foe­man’s tramp is near;

Hear ye not the war-whoop’s rat­tle

Marshaling both van and rear?

Then awake

then awake

Then awake

put on thy strength

O Zi­on

Rouse thee now to arms

Fear no dread al­arms

Zi­on

awake.

Round thee (as the walls of Zi­on

Do the ho­ly ci­ty stand

)

Israel’s chief­tain—Ju­dah’s li­on

Stretches forth His sav­ing hand;

Who shall harm thee—who de­feat thee

Who shall tri­umph o’er thy fall

While the Lord of lords shall greet thee

And ye an­swer to His call?

See sal­va­tion’s stand­ard flaunt­ing

Proudly o’er the clash and din

With her bul­warks round thee vaunt­ing

And de­fi­ant hosts of sin;

Israel

ral­ly—nev­er fal­ter

Forward press in stea­dy line

God hath pro­mised—He’ll not al­ter—

Thou shalt con­quer

thou art Mine.