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

2 Every human tie may perish;
Friend to friend unfaithful prove;
Mothers cease their own to cherish;
Heaven and earth at last remove:
But no changes But no changes
Can attend Jehovah’s love.

3 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.

Amen.