647. P. M. Warren St. Coll. Triumph. 1 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 sorrow is o'er. 2 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, Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war. 3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.
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