1 Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He whose word cannot be broken
Form'd thee for his own abode:
On the rock of ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose;
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st 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 want remove:
Who can faint, when such a river,
Ever flows thy thirst t' asswage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hov'ring,
See the clouds and fire appear;
For a glory and a cov'ring,
Shewing 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,
Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood;
Jesus, whom their souls rely on,
Makes them kings, and priest to God,
'Tis his love his people raises,
Over self to reign as king;
And as priests, his solemn praises,
Each for a thank-off'ring bring.

5 Savior, if of Zion's city,
I thro' 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 treasure,
None but Zion's children know.