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,
And gird thee with thy Savior’s strength.

Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy excellence be known:
Decked in the robes of righteousness,
The world thy glories shall confess,
The world thy glories shall confess.

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,
Their victory and thy sorrows boast.

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,
To guard thee in eternal peace.