But go thou forth, O Israel!—wake! rejoice!
Be clothed with strength, as in thine ancient day!
Renew the sound of harps, th’ exulting voice,
The mirth of timbrels!—loose the chain, and say
God hath redeem’d his people!—from decay
The silent and the trampled shall arise!
Awake!—put on thy beautiful array,
O long-forsaken Zion!—to the skies
Send up on every wind thy choral melodies!
And lift thy head!—Behold thy sons returning