Triumphant Zion! lift thy head

From dust, and darkness, and the dead!

Though humbled long—awake at length,

And gird thee with thy Saviour’s strength.

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,

And let thy excellence be known;

Decked in the robes of righteousness,

The world thy glories shall confess.

3 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.

4 God, from on high, has heard thy prayer;

His hand thy ruins shall repair;

Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease

To guard thee in eternal peace.