Sing, O daughter of Christ’s Zion,
Shout, O Israel:
Gladden and rejoice with all thy heart,
Christ doth all things well—
He hath cast thy sin into the sea;
Conquered thy enemies:
Christ the Lord, the King of Israel
In the midst of thee.
Fear not, Zion’s daughter!
Let not hands be slack (but diligent)
Let thy life present a witness pure:
Be thou faithful to the end!
Christ thy God in thee is mighty—
Saving by His grace.
O’er His bride greatly will He rejoice,
Joy spread on His face.
In His love will thee forever rest,
Singing glad and free;
Jesus mercifully begat thee,
And will cover thee.
Gather up together all the lost,
Saith He tenderly.
I will bind th’afflicted, hated,
Driven out to Me.
In the lands I’ll make them mighty,
Bring Me praise and fame:
They will know that I, the great God,
Save My Bride from shame.
At that time will I bring thee again,
When I gather thee,
For of thee I’ll make a name on earth:
People thee will see,
How thou hast been changed from sinning,
Now that I’ve set thee free—
Glory great ascribed to My name,
When I gather thee.