Triumphant Zion! lift thy head
From dust and darkness, and the dead,
Though humbled long, awake at length,
And gird thee with thy Savior’s strength.
Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy various charms be known;
The world thy glories shall confess,
Decked in the robes of righteousness.
No more shall foes unclean invade,
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread:
No more shall hell’s insulting host
Their victory and thy sorrows boast.
God from on high thy groans will hear;
His hand thy ruin shall repair:
Reared and adorned by love divine
Thy towers and battlements shall shine.
Grace shall dispose thy heart and voice
To share, and echo back her joys;
Nor will her watchful monarch cease
To guard her in eternal peace.