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 wall surrounded,
Thou
mayst smile at all thy foes.
2
See
the streams of living waters
Springing
from eternal love,
Well
supply thy sons and daughters,
And
all fear and 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.
3
Round
each habitation hovering,
See
the cloud and fire appear
For
a glory and a covering,
Showing
that the Lord is near;
Blest
inhabitants of Zion,
Washed
in the Redeemer's blood;
Jesus,
whom their souls rely on,
Makes
them kings and priests to God.
4
Savior,
if of Zion's city
I,
through grace, a member am,
Let
the world deride or pity,
I
will glory in Thy name;
Fading
is the worldling's pleasure,
All
his boasted pomp and show;
Solid
joys and lasting treasure
None
but Zion's children know.