Glorious things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God!

He, whose word can not be broken,

Formed thee for his own abode:

On the Rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?

With salvation’s wall surrounded,

Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.

2 See the streams of living waters,

Springing from Eternal Love,

Well supply thy sons and daughters,

And all fear of drought 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.

3 Round each habitation hovering,

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.

4 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

With himself to reign as kings;

And, as priests, his solemn praises

Each for a thank-offering brings.

5 Saviour, since 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 treasure,

All his boasted pomp and show!

Solid joys and lasting pleasure

None but Zion’s children know.