My every conflict o'er,
My spirit shall adore thee,
Forever, evermore.
647. P. M. Warren St. Coll.
Triumph.
1Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness!
Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more;
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness,
Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.
2Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them