Glorious things of Thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He whose word can ne’er be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode.


On the Rock of Ages founded,
Who can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.

’Round her habitation hov’ring,
See the cloud and fire appear,
For a glory and a cov’ring,
Showing that the Lord is near.


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