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!

Put all thy beauteous garments on,

And let thine excellence be known;

Decked in the robes of righteousness,

Thy glories shall the world confess.

No more shall foes unclean invade,

And fill thy hallowed walls with dread;

No more shall sin’s insulting host

Their victory and thy sorrows boast.

Thy God on high has heard thy prayer,

His hand thy ruin shall repair;

Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease

To guard thee in eternal peace.