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,
Springing from eternal
love;
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of
want remove:
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows
their thirst t’assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the
Giver,
Never fails from age to age.
Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire
appear!
For a glory and a cov’ring
Showing that the Lord
is near.
Thus deriving from our banner
Light by night and
shade by day;
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which He gives
them when they pray.
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.
