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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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