Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken

Glo-rious things of thee are spo-ken, Zi-on, cit-y of our God; He whose word can-not be bro-ken Formed thee for His own a-bode, On the Rock of A-ges found-ed, What can shake thy sure re-pose? With sal-va-tion's walls sur-round-ed, Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. See, the streams of liv-ing wa-ters, Spring-ing from e-ter-nal Love, Well sup-ply thy sons and daugh-ters, And all fear of want re-move, Who can faint while such a riv-er Ev-er flows their thirst to as-suage? Grace which, like the Lord, the Giv-er, Nev-er fails from age to age! Round each hab-i-ta-tion hov-er-ing, See the cloud and fire ap-pear For a glo-ry and a cov-er-ing, Show-ing that the Lord is near! Thus de-riv-ing from their ban-ner Light by night and shade by day, Safe they feed up-on the man-na Which He gives them when they pray. Blest inhabitants of Zion, Washed in our 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