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 ruin shall repair:
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace,
To guard thee in eternal peace.

Awake, Jerusalem, awake!
No longer in thy sins lie down;
The garment of salvation take,
Thy beauty and thy strength put on.

Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight,
And hides the promise from thine eyes;
Arise, and struggle into light,
The great Deliverer calls: Arise!

Shake off the bands of sad despair;
Zion, assert thy liberty;
Look up, thy broken heart prepare,
And God shall set the captive free.

Vessels of mercy, sons of grace,
Be purged from every sinful stain,
Be like your Lord, His Word embrace,
Nor bear His hallowed Name in vain.