Daughter of Zion! awake from thy sadness

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 sorrows is o'er.

2Strong 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; How vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.

3Daughter of Zion! the power that hath saved thee, Extolled with the harp and the timbrel shall be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, The oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.