Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken

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.

Thus de­riv­ing from our ban­ner

Light by night and shade by day;

Safe they feed up­on the man­na

Which He gives them when they pray.

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.

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 world­ling’s plea­sure

All his boast­ed pomp and show;

Solid joys and last­ing trea­sure

None but Zi­on’s child­ren know.