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; 3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee |