1. O awake! my slumbering minstrel, Let my harp forget its spell; Say, O say, in sweetest accents, Zion prospers; all is well; Zion prospers; Zion prospers; Zion prospers; all is well.
2. Strike a chord unknown to sadness, Strike and let its numbers tell In celestial tones of gladness, Zion prospers; all is well; Zion prospers; Zion prospers; Zion prospers; all is well.
3. Zion’s welfare is my portion, And I feel my bosom swell With a warm, divine emotion When she prospers; all is well; When she prospers; When she prospers; When she prospers; all is well.
4. Zion, lo, thy day is dawning, Though the darksome shadows swell, Faith and hope prelude the morning; Thou art prospering; all is well; Thou art prospering; Thou art prospering. Thou art prospering; all is well.
5. Thy swift messengers are treading The high courts where princes dwell, And thy glorious light is spreading; Zion prospers; all is well; Zion prospers; Zion prospers; Zion prospers; all is well.