Zion, Awake, Thy Strength Renew

Zion

awake

thy strength re­new

Put on thy robes of beau­te­ous hue;

And let th’ad­mir­ing world b­ehold

The King’s fair daugh­ter clothed in gold.

Church of our God

arise and shine

Bright with the beams of truth di­vine!

Then shall thy ra­di­ance stream afar

Wide as the hea­then nations are.

Gentiles and kings thy light shall view:

All shall ad­mire and love thee

too;

Shall come like clouds across the sky

Or doves that to their win­dows fly.