Awake O Israel, put off your slumber
And the truth shall set you free
For out of Zion comes your deliverer
In the year of jubilee
For in the furnace of much affliction
I have chosen Thee behold
And so for iron I'll give silver
And for brass I'll give you gold
Thou art my chosen, I have sought thee
Thou art graven on my hand
And I will gather all those who gather
They shall come back to their land
O hallelujah, O hallelujah
Hallelujah, praise the Lord
O hallelujah, O hallelujah
Hallelujah, praise the Lord
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