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Awake, awake, O Zion.
Isaiah 52:1.
Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness;
Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more:
Bright o’er the hills dawns the day-star of gladness,
Arise, for the night of thy sorrow is o’er.
2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them,
And scattered their legions, was mightier far;
They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that pursued them,
Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.
3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee,
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be;
Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee,
Th’ oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.