So we become Oaks of Righteousness, people who others can look up to.

We are oaks of righteousness
Planted by the Lord
No more mourning
Praise to our God
Take away the spirit of heaviness
Put the garment of praise there instead

We are called oaks of righteousness
Oh strong and magnificent
Oh true to the end
With integrity and justice
We are planted by the Lord
That He maybe glorified
Our beautiful Lord

He opens the doors of the captives
Proclaiming liberty
This the day
We are set free
Gone is the spirit of heaviness
A beautiful headdress there instead