Sons of Zi­on, raise your songs!
Praise to Zi­on’s king be­longs;
His, the vic­tor’s crown and fame;
Glory to the Sav­ior’s name!

Sore the strife, but rich the prize,
Precious in the vic­tor’s eyes;
Glorious is the work achieved,
Satan van­quished, man re­lieved!

Sing we then the vic­tor’s praise;
Place the crown up­on His brow;
Bid Him wel­come to His throne;
He is wor­thy, He alone!

Place the crown up­on His brow;
Every knee to Him shall bow;
Him the bright­est se­raph sings;
Heav’n pro­claims Him King of kings.