Glorious things of thee are spoken, <br />Zion, city of our God; <br />He whose word cannot be broken <br />Formed thee for His own abode. <br />On the Rock of Ages founded, <br />What can shake thy sure repose? <br />With salvation's walls surrounded <br />Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. <br /> <br />See, the streams of living waters <br />Springing from eternal love <br />Well supply thy sons and daughters <br />And all fear of want remove. <br />Who can faint while such a river <br />Ever flows their thirst t'assuage <br />Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, <br />Never fails from age to age? <br /> <br />Round each habitation hovering, <br />See the cloud and fire appear, <br />For a glory and a covering, <br />Showing that the Lord is near. <br />Thus they march, the pillar leading, <br />Light by night and shade by day, <br />Daily on the manna feeding <br />Which He gives them when they pray. <br /> <br />Blest inhabitants of Zion, <br />Washed in the Redeemer's blood! <br />Jesus, whom their souls rely on, <br />Makes them kings and priests to God. <br />'Tis His love His people raises <br />Over self to reign as kings, <br />And as priests, His solemn praises <br />Each for a thank-offering brings. <br /> <br />Savior, if of Zion's city <br />I through grace a member am, <br />Let the world deride or pity, <br />I will glory in Thy name. <br />Fading is the worldling's pleasure, <br />All his boasted pomp and show; <br />Solid joys and lasting treasure <br />None but Zion's children know.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zion-or-the-city-of-god/
