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.