2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;

The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;

Who patient bears His cross below,
He follows in His train.

3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave,
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save:

Say to the South, "Give up thy charge, 4 Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, And keep not back, O North."

4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands,
Where'er they rest or roam,

Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

In midst of mortal pain,

He prayed for them that did the wrong:
Who follows in his train?

5 A glorious band, the chosen few
Ön whom the Spirit came,
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they
knew,

And mocked the cross and flame.

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Arr. from ALEXIS THEODORE LWOFF (1799-1870),

1. RISE, crown'd with light, im-pe- rial Salem, rise: Exalt thy tow'ring head, and lift thine eyes;

2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn,
See future sons and daughters yet unborn
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies.

3 See barbarous nations at thy gates aitend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings,
While every land its joyful tribute brings.

4 The seas shall waste; the skies to smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fixed His Word, His saving power remains;
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.

1. Toss'D up- on life's rag-ing bil-low, Sweet it is, O Lord, to know, Thou didst press a sail-or's

night be dark and drear, Thou the faithful watch art keep - ing, "All, all's well," Thy con- stant cheer.