Hymn H126

Daughter of Zion!
awake from thy sadness;
Awake, for thy foes
shall oppress thee no more:
Bright over thy hills dawns
the daystar of gladness;
Arise, for the night
of thy sorrows is over.

Strong were thy foes;
but the Arm that subdued them
And scattered their legions,
was mightier far;
Driven like chaff by the
scourge that pursued them;
All 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 shall be;
Shout! for the foe is
destroyed that enslaved thee,
The oppressor is vanquished,
and Zion is free.