Awake, Jerusalem, awake! No longer in thy sins lie down; The garment of salvation take, Thy beauty and thy strength put on. Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight, And hides the promise from thine eyes; Arise and struggle into light The great Deliv'rer calls, arise! Shake off the bands of sad despair; Sion assert thy liberty: Look up thy broken heart prepare, And God shall set the captive free.