1 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, O Zion;
God's purpose tarries, but his will stands fast;
of Judah's tribe is born the mighty Lion,
and he shall bruise the serpent's head at last.
Promise and covenant God surely keeps:
he watching o'er us slumbers not, nor sleeps.
2 O ye that thirst, the pleasant fountains wait you;
ye that are poor, ye shall be freely fed.
Why give ye gold for wine that cannot sate you?
Why strive your hands for that which is not bread? [Refrain]
3 For now the low estate of his handmaiden
God hath regarded, and she shall be blest;
hear him that saith, "Come, all ye heavy laden,
come unto me, and I will give you rest." [Refrain]
4 Arise and shine: thy battlements are shining;
upon thee breaks the glory of the Lord;
and from the east, thy royalty divining,
the Gentiles come to see thy peace restored. [Refrain]