Rallying Song

MY people, my people! Arise, O bleeding East,

Arise in the Westlands, you fools that blindly feast!

The nations call again

For faith, for deeds, for men,

Yet we that rise

When Israel cries

Are less than one in ten.

My brothers, my brothers! O wand’ring aimless horde,

A clarion from Zion is speaking for the Lord!

The thund’ring heavens command:

“Arise a mighty band;

With heart and voice

Make now the choice,

And straightly seek your land.”

My heroes, my heroes, whose hearts and lives are free,

Arise and be counted that all the world may see!

Those ancient fields reclaim

Whence Israel’s splendor came,

And win and hold

Our land of old

To consecrate her name.