Glorious things of you are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
he whose word cannot be broken
formed you for his own abode:
on the rock of ages founded,
what can shake your sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
you may smile at all your foes.
See, the streams of living waters
springing from eternal love!
Well supply your sons and daughters
and all fear of want remove:
who can faint, while such a river
ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord the giver
never fails from age to age.
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
over self to reign as kings;
and as priests, his solemn praises
each for a thank-offering brings.
Saviour, since of Zion’s city
I through grace a member am,
let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in your name:
fading are the world’s best pleasures,
all its boasted pomp and show;
solid joys and lasting treasures
none but Zion’s children know.