From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition
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.