Glo-rious things of thee are spo-ken,
Zi-on, cit-y of our God;
He whose word can-not be bro-ken
Formed thee for His own a-bode,
On the Rock of A-ges found-ed,
What can shake thy sure re-pose?
With sal-va-tion's walls sur-round-ed,
Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.
See, the streams of liv-ing wa-ters,
Spring-ing from e-ter-nal Love,
Well sup-ply thy sons and daugh-ters,
And all fear of want re-move,
Who can faint while such a riv-er
Ev-er flows their thirst t'as-suage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the Giv-er,
Nev-er fails from age to age!
Round each hab-i-ta-tion hover-ing,
See the cloud and fire ap-pear
For a glo-ry and a cover-ing,
Show-ing that the Lord is near!
Thus de-riv-ing from their ban-ner
Light by night and shade by day,
Safe they feed up-on the man-na
Which He gives them when they pray.
Blest in-hab-i-tants of Zi-on,
Washed in our Re-deem-er's blood!
Je-sus, Whom their souls re-ly on,
Makes them kings and priests to God:
'Tis his love his peo-ple rais-es,
O-ver self to reign as kings,
And as priests, his sol-emn prais-es
Each for a thank-offer-ing brings.
Sa-vior, if of Zi-on's ci-ty
I, through grace, a mem-ber am;
Let the world de-ride or pi-ty,
I will glo-ry in thy name:
Fad-ing is the world-ling's pleas-ure,
All his boast-ed pomp and show;
Sol-id joys and last-ing treas-ure
None but Zi-on's child-ren know