Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Sion, 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 walls surrounded,
Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.
See the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
We’ll supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove;
Who can faint, while 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;
Thus deriving from their banner
Light by night, and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna,
Which he gives them, when they pray.
Dear Shepherd of Thy people, heae;
Thy presence now display;
As Thou has given a place for prayer;
So give us hearts to pray.
Show us some token of Thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour Thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.
Within these walls let holy peace,
And love and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.
And may the gospel’s joyful sound,
Enforced by mighty grace,
A waken many sinners round,
To come and fill the place.
I love Thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of Thine abode;
The church our blest Redeemer saved
With His own precious blood.
I love Thy church, O God!
Her walls before Thee stand,
Dear as the apple of Thine eye,
And graven on Thy hand.
Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
Jesus, Tbou Friend divine,
Our Saviour, and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring.
Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Sion shall be given
The brighest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.