Awake, Jerusalem, awake!
No longer in thy sins lie down;
The garment of salvation take,
Thy beauty and thy strength put on.

Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight,
And hides the promise from thine eyes;
Arise and struggle into light
The great Deliv’rer calls, arise!

Shake off the bands of sad despair;
Sion assert thy liberty:
Look up thy broken heart prepare,
And God shall set the captive free.

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