1 His ground works in the holy hills,
2 Jehovah's love excels
To Sion's gates, more than to all
The tents where Jacob dwells.
3 God's city, things of glorious fame
Are uttered of thee.
4 I'll Rahab name, and Babel to
Them that acknowledge me;
Behold Philistia and Tyre,
With Ethiopia there
5 This man was born. This and that man
Was also born in her.
Of Sion thus it shall be said,
And he that is most high,
Ev'n he himself shall her prepare
A place of constancy.
6 The Lord when he the people tells,
Shall count there born was he.
7 There fingers and musicians are
My springs are all in thee.