Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God; He whose word cannot be broken Formed thee for his own abode; On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
See! the streams of living waters, Spring form eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters And all fear of want remove. Who can faint, when such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage? Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age.
Blest inhabitants of Zion, Washed in the Redeemer's blood! Jesus, whom their souls rely on, Makes them kings and priests to God. 'Tis his love his people raises Over self to reign as kings: And as priests, his solemn praises Each for a thank-offering brings. Amin.