1 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 surrounded,
thou mayst smile at all thy foes.
2 See the streams of living water
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.
3 Blest inhabitants of Zion,
washed in their 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 solemn praises
each for a thank-off'ring 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 are the worldling's pleasures,
all their boasted pomp and show;
solid joys and lasting treasure
none but Zion's children know.
|First Line:||Glorious things of thee are spoken|
|Title:||Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken|
|Author:||John Newton (1779)|
|Topic:||City of God; Processional Hymns|
|Composer:||Cyril Taylor (1941)|
|Copyright:||Copyright © 1942. Renewal 1970 by Hope Publishing Company, Carol Stream, IL 60188. All rights reserved. Used by permission.|