Ye Christian herald, go, proclaim
Salvation in Immanu'l's name;
To distant climes the tidings bear,
And plant the Rose of Sharon there.
Triumphant Zion! lift thy head
From dust and darkness and the dead;
Tho humbled long, awake at length,
And gird thee with thy Savior's strength.
Pur all thy beaut'ous garments on,
And let thy excellence be known;
Decked in the robes of righteousness,
Thy glories shall the world confess.