Zion! awake, thy strength renew; Put on thy robes of righteous hue; And let th'admiring world behold The King's fair daughter dresses 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, And shall admire and love thee too; They come, like clouds across the sky As doves that to their windows fly.