|Awake, awake, Zion, awake,|
Put on the strength, thy time is near;
Jerusalem, thy garments take,
In bridal ornaments appear.
Lift up your eyes, the hills behold.
Say, who are those that come from far,
Their feet more beautiful than gold,
Whose steps outshine the morning star.
Strangers are they Jehovah sends
To bring good tidings, peace proclaim;
Publish salvation to the ends
Of all the earth, in His great name.
Israel, wake, the tidings hear,
Comfort to thee the heralds bring;
Thy warfare's past, redemption's near;
Rise, and go forth to meet your King.