1 Glorious things of thee are spoken,
He whose word cannot be broken
Formed thee for His own abode;
What can shake thy sure repose?
2 See the streams of living waters,
Well supply thy blessed members,
Who can faint, when such a river
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
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
4 Savior, if of Zion's city
I, through grace, a member am,
Let the world deride or pity —
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;