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Isaiah 52 – Awake, Awake O Zion’s Sons


Awake, awake O Zion’s sons
And put your armour on
For soon the world shall be redeemed,
The wicked overcome
All saintly pilgrims now oppressed
Are surely destined to be blessed!

How beautiful the feet of those
Who on the hills proclaim
To Zion’s children joy and peace –
Good news of Jesus’ reign
Behold, triumphantly on high,
Your coming King with your own eye!

You ruins of Jerusalem
Burst into songs of joy
For all the nations of the world
Will see the Lord destroy
Uncircumcised and those defiled –
Who, with their words, our God reviled!

Depart, depart, go out from there
And touch nothing unclean
The treasures which you carry out
Shall all be made pristine
No haste you’ll need in your retreat
For God Himself will guard your feet!


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