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,
Where’er they rest or roam,
Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

Thus, though the universe shall burn,
And God His works destroy,
With songs thy ransomed shall return,
And everlasting joy.

Jerusalem, arise,
The heavenly glory view;
The light is come, lift up thine eyes,
All things are now made new.

Now ended is the reign
Of error’s gloomy night:
The Sun of heaven appears again
And beams celestial light.

Now living waters flow
To cheer the humble soul:
From sea to sea the rivers go,
And bless where’er they roll.

Jesus shall rule alone,
The world shall hear His Word;
By one blest Name shall He be known,
The universal Lord.