Triumphant Zion! Lift Thy Head

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.