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 mayest 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, whilst such a river
Ever flows their thirst to 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
He who gives them daily manna
He who listens when they cry
Let Him hear the loud hosanna
Rising to His throne on high
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Saviour, 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
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