J. Newton

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.


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.


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.


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.


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