The Heavenly Zion

Verse 1

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! Thine own immortal strength put on; With terror clothed, hell's kingdom shake And cast thy foes forever down.

Verse 2

As in the ancient times appear; The sacred annals speak thy fame: Be now omnipotently near, To endless ages still the same.

Verse 3

Thy arm, Lord, is not shortened now; It lacks not now the pow'r to save; Still present with thy people, thou Bear'st them through life's disparted wave.

Verse 4

By death and hell pursued in vain, To thee the ransomed seed shall come, Shouting their heav'nly Zion gain, And pass through death triumphant home.

Verse 5

Where pure essential joy is found, The Lord's redeemed their heads shall raise, With everlasting gladness crowned, And filled with love, and lost in praise.