Sons of Zion, Raise Your Songs

Sons of Zi­on

raise your songs!

Praise to Zi­on’s king be­longs;

His

the vic­tor’s crown and fame;

Glory to the Sav­ior’s name!

Sore the strife

but rich the prize

Precious in the vic­tor’s eyes;

Glorious is the work achieved

Satan van­quished

man re­lieved!

Sing we then the vic­tor’s praise;

Place the crown up­on His brow;

Bid Him wel­come to His throne;

He is wor­thy

He alone!

Place the crown up­on His brow;

Every knee to Him shall bow;

Him the bright­est ser­aph sings;

Heav’n pro­claims Him King of kings.