Christian Worship Triumph.
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.
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,
Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.
Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be;
Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee;
Th’ oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.