Zion, awake, thy strength renew,
Put on thy robes of beauteous hue;
And let th’admiring world behold
The King’s fair daughter clothed in gold.
Church of our God, arise and shine,
Bright with the beams of truth divine!
Then 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;
Shall come like clouds across the sky,
Or doves that to their windows fly.
Words: William Shrubsole · 1796
Zion, Awake, Thy Strength Renew
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