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 mayest 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 to assuage?

Grace which, like the Lord, the giver,

Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hov’ring,

See the cloud and fire appear

For a glory and a covering,

Showing that the Lord is near;

Thus, deriving from their banner

Light by night and shade by day,

Safe they feed upon the manna

which He gives them when they pray.

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,

God, His people, He will show

Solid joys and lasting treasure

None but Zion’s children know.

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