Zion halted—sleeping fast:
With thy breath to wake the valley,
Come, eternal Spirit, haste!
Zion, wake! O hear the groaning
Of the earth beneath her wrong;
Time it is that thou wert stirring,
Why, O why hast slept so long?
Slumbered hast thou many ages,
And thy Lord account hath kept:
Shall thy foes say, Zion, Zion!