Triumphant Zion, lift Thy head

Verse 1

Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust and darkness, and the dead; Tho’ humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour’s strength.

Chorus

Rise, crowned with light, O Church of Christ, lift up thy head,— Rise in thy might from dust and darkness and the dead; Lift up thine eyes— Behold thy Saviour now appears— Glorious in pow'r—the Monarch of the years.

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall hell’s insulting host Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.

Verse 4

God from on high has heard thy prayer; His hand thy ruin shall repair; Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace.