Awake, awake; put on thy strength, O Zion; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city: for henceforth there shall no more come into thee the uncircumcised and the unclean. Isaiah 52:1
Words: Philip Doddridge (1702–1751). Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton, 1755), number 107:
The holy city purified and guarded.
Triumphant Zion! lift thy head
From dust and darkness, and the dead,
Though humbled long, awake at length,
And gird thee with thy Savior’s strength.
Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy various charms be known;
The world thy glories shall confess,
Decked in the robes of righteousness.
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.
God from on high thy groans will hear;
His hand thy ruin shall repair:
Reared and adorned by love divine
Thy towers and battlements shall shine.
Grace shall dispose thy heart and voice
To share, and echo back her joys;
Nor will her watchful monarch cease
To guard her in eternal peace.