[1]
Awake o Israel! Put off thy slumber,
and the truth, shall set you free!
For out of Zion comes thy Deliv'rer
in the year of jubilee.
[2]
For in the furnace of much affliction
I have chosen thee, behold.
And so for iron, Ill give thee silver
and for brass, Ill give thee gold.
[3]
Thou art my chosen, for I have sought
thee, thou art graven on my hand.
And I will gather all those that gather,
they shall come back to their land.
[4]
O, hallelujah, o, hallelujah,
hallelujah, praise the Lord.
O, hallelujah, o, hallelujah,
hallelujah, praise the Lord.
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