#716Daughter of Zion

Daugh-ter of Zi-on, from the dust Ex-alt thy fall-en head; A-gain in thy Re-deem-er trust, He calls thee from the dead.

A-wake, a-wake, for thy light is come, The shad-ows flee a-way; Rise up like the morn-ing sun, Thou cit-y of our joy.

Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds en-large, And send thy her-alds forth; Say to the South, Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O North.

Bring all thy sons from dis-tant lands, Thy daugh-ters from a-far; They come like clouds, they come like doves, To their win-dows they re-pair.