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 surrownded, Thou mayst 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 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!
Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God
He, whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for His own abode