Triumphant Zion, lift thy head
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Triumphant Zion, lift thy headFrom dust, from darkness, and the dead!Though humbled long, awake at length,And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength.
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Put all thy beauteous garments on,And let thy excellence be known;Decked in the robes of righteousness,Thy glories shall the world confess.
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God, from on high, has heard thy prayer,His hand thy ruin shall repair,Nor will thy watchful Monarch ceaseTo guard thee in eternal peace.