Awake, O Israel

Awake, O Israel
Put off thy slumber
And the truth
Shall set you free
For out of Zion
Comes thy Deliverer
In the year of jubilee

O hallelujah!
O hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
O hallelujah!
O hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

For in the furnace
Of much affliction
I have chosen thee, behold
And so for iron
I'll give thee silver
And for brass
I'll give thee gold

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