Wake Harp Of Zion Wake Again

Wake, harp of Sion, wake again
Upon thine ancient hill,
On Jordan’s long-deserted plain,
By Kedron’s lowly rill.

The hymn shall yet in Sion swell,
That sounds Messiah’s praise,
And Thy loved Name, Emmanuel,
As once in ancient days.

For Israel yet shall own her King,
For her salvation waits,
And hill and dale shall sweetly sing,
With praise in all her gates.

Oh, hasten Lord, these promised days,
When Israel shall rejoice;
And Jew and Gentile join in praise,
With one united voice!


The Hymnal: revised and enlarged as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord