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 sorrows 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;How 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.