Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He, whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for his own abode;
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.
On the rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
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