DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness!
Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more;
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness,
Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.
Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them,
And scattered their legions, was mightier far;
They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them;
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 should be;
Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee,
Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.
WATCHMAN! tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are.—
Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height,
See that glory-beaming star!—
Watchman! does its beauteous ray
Aught of hope or joy foretell?-
Traveller! yes; it brings the day—
Promised day of Israel.
Watchman! tell us of the night,
Higher yet that star ascends.-
Traveller! blessedness and light,
Peace and truth, its course portends !—
Watchman! will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth ?—
Traveller! ages are its own,
See, it bursts o'er all the earth.
Watchman! tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn.-
Traveller! darkness takes its flight,
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.-
Watchman! let thy wanderings cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home.-
Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace,
Lo! the Son of God is come!
GLORY be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, Amen.