Glorious things of thee are spoken

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 mayst 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 riverEver flows their thirst t' 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:'T is his love his people raisesOver self to reign as kings;And as priests, his solemn praisesEach for a thank-offering brings.

Savior, if of Zion's cityI, 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 treasureNone but Zion's children know.