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 may'st smile at all thy foes.
2 See, the streams of living waters,
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 t' assuage ? ----
Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.
3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear !
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near ;
He who gives them daily manna,
He who listens when they cry-----
Let Him hear the loud hosanna,
Rising to His throne on high.