Wake up, wake up, flex your muscles, God!Wake up as in the old days, in the long ago.Didn’t you once make mincemeat of Rahab,dispatch the old chaos-dragon?And didn’t you once dry up the sea,the powerful waters of the deep,And then made the bottom of the ocean a roadfor the redeemed to walk across?In the same way God’s ransomed will come back,come back to Zion cheering, shouting,Joy eternal wreathing their heads,exuberant ecstasies transporting them—and not a sign of moans or groans.