Hymns (1948), no. 268
O Awake! My Slumb’ring Minstrel

1. O awake! my slumb’ring 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, the day is dawning, Though the darksome shadows swell, Faith and hope prelude the morning; Thou art prosp’ring; all is well; Thou art prosp’ring; Thou art prosp’ring; Thou art prosp’ring; all is well.

5. Thy swift messengers are treading Thy 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.