1  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.

 2  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.

 3  Blest constituents of Zion,

       Washed in the 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 worthy praises,

       Each his thankful offering brings.

 4  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 members know.