605 11s. Awake, awake, O Zion. Isaiah 52:1. Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness; Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more: Bright o’er the 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. 606 12s, 11s & 8s. In thy majesty, etc. Psalm 45:4. The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding, And glory attends him along his bright way; The news of his grace on the breezes is gliding, And nations are owning his sway. 2 And now thro’ the darkness of earth’s gloomy regions, The wheels of his chariot are rolling sublime; His banners unfolding his own true religion, Dispelling the errors of time. 3 Behold a bright angel from heaven descending, High lifting his trumpet, hosannas to raise: “Hail, Son of the Highest! let every knee bending, Adore thee with offerings of praise. 4 “Thy sword and thy buckler shall save and deliver The poor and the needy, from foes that assail; Thy bow and thy quiver shall vanquish for ever The prince and the legions of hell. 5 “Ride on in thy greatness, thou conquering Saviour; Let thousands of thousands submit to thy reign, Acknowledge thy goodness, entreat for thy favor, And follow thy glorious train. 6 “Ride on, till the compass of thy great dominion, The globe shall encircle from pole unto pole; And mankind, cemented with friendship and union, Obey thee with heart and with soul. 7 “Then loud shall ascend from each sanctified nation The voice of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise; And heaven shall echo the song of salvation, In rich and melodious lays.” 607 11s. Shout, inhabitant of Zion. Isaiah 12:6. Zion, the marvelous story be telling, The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth! The brightest of angels in glory excelling, He stoops to redeem thee—he reigns upon earth, Shout the glad tidings! exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs! Messiah is King!