J. Newton

8.7.8.7.D.

GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God;

He whose Word cannot be broken

Formed 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, 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!

Glorious things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God;

He, whose Word cannot be broken,

Formed thee for His own abode.

4

Savior, if 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 world’s best pleasure,

All its boasted pomp and show;

Solid joys and lasting treasure

None but Zion’s children know.