642 | Isaiah 52:1-2 | LM | |
TRIUMPHANT Zion, lift your head, From dust and ashes and the dead; Though humbled long, arise at length, Once more assume your Saviour’s strength. |
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2 | Put your most regal garments on, And make your powers and blessings known; The world your glories shall confess, Decked in the robes of righteousness. |
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3 | No more shall foes unclean invade To fill your hallowed walls with dread; No more shall hell’s insulting host Their victory and your sorrows boast. |
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4 | God from on high will hear your prayer, His hand your ruins shall repair; Reared and adorned by love divine, Your towers and battlements shall shine. |
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5 | Grace shall inspire your heart and voice To share and sing eternal joys; Nor will your watchful Sovereign cease To keep you in the way of peace. |
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Philip Doddridge, 1702-51 |