Glorious things of thee are spoken
Holy 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 blessed members
And all fear of want remove
Who can faint, when such a river
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the giver
Never fails from age to age
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 members know
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