591 L. M. Put on thy strength, O Zion. Isaiah 52:1. 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. 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known; Decked in the robes of righteousness, The world thy glories shall confess. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread: No more shall hell’s insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 4 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. 592 L. M. All nations shall serve him. Psalm 72:11. Eternal Lord! from land to land Shall echo thine all-glorious name, Till kingdoms bow at thy command, And every lip thy praise proclaim. 2 Exalted high, on every shore, The banner of the cross unfurled, Shall summon thousands to adore The Saviour of a ransomed world. 3 Thousands shall join thy pilgrim band, And, by that sacred standard led, Press forward to Immanuel’s land, Nor fear the thorny path to tread. 4 Triumphant over every foe, Their ransomed hosts shall move along To that blest world, where sin and woe Shall never mingle with their song. 593 L. M. Put on thy beautiful garments. Isaiah 52:1. Zion, awake! thy strength renew; Put on thy robes of beauteous hue; Church of our God, arise and shine, Bright with the beams of truth divine. 2 Soon shall thy radiance stream afar, Wide as the heathen nations are; Gentiles and kings thy light shall view; All shall admire and love thee too. 594 C. M. Zion’s prospects. Let Zion and her sons rejoice; Behold the promised hour; Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t’ exalt his power. 2 Her dust and ruins, that remain, Are precious in his eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; All nations bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. 4 He frees the soul condemned to death; Nor, when his saints complain, Shall it be said that praying breath Was ever spent in vain. 5 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record, That ages yet unborn may read And praise and trust the Lord. 595 C. M. Isaiah 62.