Zion, Thy King Behold
Fanny J. Crosby (1872)
Chester G. Allen

God of Eternal truth, Joyful we praise Thee;
Thou has delivered us, - Thou art our King;
O let the anthem roll Sweetly on, from pole to pole,
Till every living soul Praise to Thee shall sing.

Thro Thy victorious arm Thy foes are captive;
Death and the hosts of sin Conquered for aye;
Now on Thy Father's throne, Risen Saviour, God alone,
Earth shall Thy scepter own, Thy unbounded sway.

Swell your triumphant songs, Angels in glory!
There let your golden harps Ring evermore;
From Eden's lovely plain, Where immortal pleasures reign,
Hail Him who lives again, Praise Him and adore.


Zion! Thy King behold, Rise in thy beauty;
Sing! For the night is past; Thy light has come.

Zion, Thy King Behold