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I A DAWNING sun breaks through the sable cloud! | |
| Oh, see the East ablaze in crimson hue! | |
| There peals a mighty blast triumphant, loud, | |
| A call to rouse the ever-striving Jew! | |
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CHORUS Arise my people grand in story, | 5 |
| Thy little ones and patriarchs hoary, | |
| Illumined by thy pristine glory, | |
| And form one mighty band! | |
| And let thy shout ascend to heaven, | |
| For lo! the clouds thy dawn hast riven, | 10 |
| Behold fulfilled the promise given, | |
| On to the promised land! | |
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II Now beam the rosy rays throughout the lands, | |
| And eyes with sorrow dim light up anew! | |
| In every clime the call is joining bands | 15 |
| Who swing aloft the standard of the Jew! | |
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III Oh! let the mountain land beloved of God, | |
| Where heroes bled and prophets falsehood slew! | |
| No longer mourning-wrapt, the sacred sod | |
| Blooms forth to greet the home-returning Jew! | 20 |
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IV The torrent sweeps and melts the crags away, | |
| A nation’s cherished dream at last comes true! | |
| For now indeed has come the promised day | |
| Of freedom for the never-conquered Jew! | |
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