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Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.

By Naphtali Herz Imber (Trans. Rebecca A. Altman)

On to the East

YOUR loins let girt be,

Your staff in hand hold;

Upon your shoulders now fling ye

Your treasures and gold.

In the Lord hope, and pleading

His counsel implore,

Your band He’ll be leading,

To Canaan’s green shore!

There in the land of our sires

We never shall fear

The lash which hatred inspires

In evil men here.

We, too, will the sword don,

And the foe bravely breast,

Up, brethren! and lead on

To our land in the East!

With joy we’ll our land till,

Her clods melt with caresses,

With plenty our stores fill,

With old wine our presses.

We’ll be gleeful and care-free,

Our souls within will rejoice,

Up, brethren! why pause ye?

On to Jerusalem, our choice!

On Moriah’s high mountain,

We’ll our banner outspread,

We’ll drink from God’s fountain,

Our ranks He will head!

From the City’s high tower

The Lord’s standard will wave,

Brethren, up! summon power,

March to Zion! Ye brave!