How glorious Sion’s courts appear,

the city of our God!

His throne he hath established here

here fixed his loved abode.

Its wall, defended by his grace

no pow’r shall e’er o’erthrow,

Salvation is its bulwark sure

against th’ assailing foe.

Lift up the everlasting gates,

the doors wide open fling;

Enter, ye nations, who obey

the statutes of our King.

Here shall ye taste unmingled joys,

and dwell in perfect peace,

Ye, who have known JEHOVAH’s name,

and trusted in his grace.

Trust in the Lord, for ever trust,

and banish all your fears;

Strength In the Lord JEHOVAH dwells

eternal as his years.

What though the wicked dwell on high,

his arm shall bring them low;

Low as the caverns of the grave

their lofty heads shall bow.

Along the dust shall then be spread

their tow’rs, that brave the skies:

On them the needy’s feet shall tread,

and on their ruins rise.