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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Blessy Christlin


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