|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.