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.
For Zion’s sake I will not rest, I will not hold my peace Until Jerusalem be blest, And Judah dwell at ease;
2 Until her righteousness return, As daybreak after night— The lamp of her salvation burn With everlasting light.
3 The Gentiles shall her glory see, And kings declare her fame; Appointed unto her shall be A new and holy name.
4 The watchmen on her walls appear, And day and night proclaim, “Zion’s Deliverer is near; Make mention of his name.”
5 Go through, go through, prepare the way, The gates wide open fling; With loudest voice let heralds say, “Behold thy coming King.”
596 C. M. Christ’s Church. Canticles 6:10.
Say, who is she that looks abroad Like the sweet, blushing dawn, When with her living light she paints The dew-drops of the lawn?
2 Fair as the moon when in the skies Serene her throne she guides, And o’er the twinkling stars supreme In full orbed glory rides;
3 Clear as the sun, when from the east, Without a cloud he springs, And scatters boundless light and heat, From his resplendent wings.
4 Tremendous as a host that moves Majestically slow, With banners wide displayed, all armed, And fearless of the foe!
5 This is the church by heaven arrayed With strength and grace divine; Thus shall she strike her foes with dread, And thus her glories shine.
597 C. M. All nations shall flow unto it. Isaiah 2:2.
Behold the mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise, On mountain tops above the hills, And draw the wondering eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues shall flow; Up to the hill of God, they’ll say, And to his house we’ll go!
3 The beam that shines from Zion hill Shall lighten every land! The King who reigns in Salem’s towers, Shall all the world command.
4 No strife shall vex Messiah’s reign, Or mar the peaceful years, To plowshares men shall beat their swords, To pruning-hooks their spears.
5 No longer hosts encountering hosts, Their millions slain deplore; They hang the trumpet in the hall, And study war no more.
6 Come, then—O come from every land, To worship at his shrine; And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine.
598 P. M. We look for thine appearing.