Triumphant Zion, lift thy head

Triumphant Zion, lift thy head

Triumphant Zion, lift thy head
From dust and darkness, and the dead;
Though humbled long, awake at length
And gird thee with the Savior's strength.

Put all thy beateous garments on,
And let thy excellence be known:
Decked in thy robes of righteousness,
The world thy glories shall confess.

No more shall foes unclean invade,
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread:
Nor more shall hell's insulting host,
Their victory and thy sorrows boast.

God, from on high, has heard thy prayer,
His hand thy ruins shall repair:
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace!

All glorious is the King's daughter

All glorious is the King's daughter as she enters in, her raiment is threaded with gold...

For the Lord will comfort Zion, He will comfort all her waste places; He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord. Joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and the voice of melody!

He found her in a desert land, and in the howling waste of the wilderness; He encircled her, He cared for her, He kept her as the apple of His eye. Like an eagle that stirs its nest, that flutters over its young, spreading out its wings, catching them, bearing them on its pinions, the Lord alone guided her...

Weeping may endure for a night, but Joy comes in the morning.

God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; God will help her, just at the break of dawn.

Zion, daughter of the King...lift up thy head! Redemption draweth nigh!

Alleluia!