Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness
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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.
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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;In vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.
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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.