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O daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness;

Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more;

And bright o'er thy hills dawns the daystar of gladness;

Arise, for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.

O many 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;

For vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.

O daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee;

Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be;

Then shout, for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee;

Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.