P.M.
Anonymous.
Daughter of Zion.
1 Daughter 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.
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;