Awake, awake; put on thy strength, O Zion; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem. Isaiah 52:1
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Rouse thee, soul, the day is fleeting;
Look, life’s sands are almost run;
Twilight shades the earth are greeting,
And the stars shine one by one.
Rouse thee now, go forth to battle,
List, the foeman’s tramp is near;
Hear ye not the war-whoop’s rattle
Marshalling both van and rear?
Then awake, then awake,
Then awake, put on thy strength, O Zion,
Rouse thee now to arms,
Fear no dread alarms, Zion, awake.
Round thee (as the walls of Zion,
Do the holy city stand,)
Israel’s Chieftain—Judah’s Lion,
Stretches forth His saving hand;
Who shall harm thee—who defeat thee,
Who shall triumph o’er thy fall,
Lord of lords shall greet thee,
And ye answer to His call?
See salvation’s standard flaunting
Proudly o’er the clash and din,
With her bulwarks round thee vaunting
And defiant hosts of sin;
Israel, rally—never falter,
Forward press in steady line,
God hath promised—He’ll not alter—
Thou shalt conquer, thou art Mine.