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Awake O Israel

Awake, O Israel! Put off thy slumber

and the truth shall set you free.

for out of Zion comes thy Deliv’rer

in the year of jubilee.


For in the furnace of much affliction

I have chosen thee, behold,

and so for iron I'll give thee silver

and for brass I'll give thee gold.


Thou art my chosen,

for I have sought thee,

thou art graven on my hand.

And I will gather all those that gather,

they shall come back to their land.


O hallelujah! O hallelujah!

Hallelujah! O praise the Lord!

O hallelujah! O hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

Merla Watson © 1974

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