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 beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known: Decked in the robes of righteousness, Thy glories shall the world confess. No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall hell's insulting host Their vict'ry and their sorrows boast.