CVII. The holy City purified and guarded.

TRIUMPHANT Zion, lift thy Head
From Dust and Darkness and the Dead;
Tho' humbled long, awake at length,
And gird thee with thy Saviour's Strength.

Put all thy beauteous Garments on,
And let thy various Charms be known;
The World thy Glories shall confess,
Deck'd in the Robes of Righteousness.

No more shall Foes unclean invade,
And fill thy hallow'd Walls with Dread;
No more shall Hell's insulting Host
Their Vict'ry, and thy Sorrows boast.

GOD from on high thy Groans will hear;
His Hand thy Ruins shall repair;
Rear'd and adorn'd by Love divine,
Thy Tow'rs and Battlements shall shine.

Grace shall dispose my Heart and Voice
To share, and eccho back her Joys;
Nor will her watchful Monarch cease
To guard her in eternal Peace.