Ye Christian herald, go, proclaim Salvation in Immanu'l's name; To distant climes the tidings bear, And plant the Rose of Sharon there. Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust and darkness and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. Put all thy beaut'ous garments on, And let thy excellence be known; Decked in the robes of righteousness, Thy glories shall the world confess.