1. Up! arouse thee, O beautiful Zion! Wake, awake, hear the warder’s deep cry, For the season of slumber hath ended; And the spoiler is watchful and nigh. With courage elate and heart to be great, All deadly encumbrance cast down, Gird on for the fight your armor so bright, For the prize is a glorious crown, For the prize is a glorious crown, For the prize is a glorious crown.
2. Up! arouse thee, O beautiful Zion! Give the mammon-care clouds to the wind. When the bugle’s shrill summons is, Rally! They are cowards that linger behind. You’ve foes to o’ercome in each heart and each home, Then fixed be your purpose and high. With God at your head, O feel not dismayed, But go forward to conquer or die, But go forward to conquer or die, But go forward to conquer or die.
3. Who should shrink from the glorious battle, With so dazzling a guerdon in view? If so base as to herd with the traitor, It is dastard! not sparkling for you. Who with nerve strong as steel, and soul that can feel, Stand firm for the pure and the brave, Be foremost in right, and trust in God’s might— ’Tis such heroes that heaven will save. ’Tis such heroes that heaven will save, ’Tis such heroes that heaven will save.
4. Lo! destruction hangs over the nations, Though not seen by the unholy throng; And death will be heard in the echoes Of the gathering, ominous storm! Then arouse thee, O beautiful Zion, Wake, awake, ’tis the warder’s deep cry, For the season of slumber is ended, And the spoiler is watchful and nigh! And the spoiler is watchful and nigh! And the spoiler is watchful and nigh!