1 Zion stands by hills surrounded--
Zion, kept by power divine;
All her foes shall be confounded,
Though the world in arms combine:
Happy Zion, What a favored lot is thine!
Happy Zion, What a favored lot is thine!

2 In the furnace God may prove thee,
Thence to bring thee forth more bright,
But can never cease to love thee;
Thou art precious in His sight;
God is with thee--God, thine everlasting light.
God is with thee--God, thine everlasting light.

Amen.