Hymn H125

Daughter of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in Thy Redeemer trust,
He calls thee from the dead.

Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.

Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send Thy heralds forth;
Say to the south, Give up thy charge,
And keep not back, O north.

They come, they come, thine exiled bands
Wherever they rest or roam,
Have heard Thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.