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, who can shake your sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded You may smile at all thy foes.
See the springs of living waters, springing from eternal love,
well supply your sons and daughters and all fear of want remove.
Who can faint while such a river ever will their thirst 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 God gives them on their way.
Savior, since of Zion's city, I through grace a member am,
let the world deride or pity, I will glory in Thy name.
Fading are the world's best pleasures, all it's boasted pomp and show;
solid joys and lasting treasures none but Zion's children know.