| Glorious things of thee are spoken,
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| Holy city of our God;
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| He whose word cannot be broken
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| Formed thee for His own abode;
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| On the Rock of Ages founded,
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| What can shake thy sure repose?
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| With salvation’s walls surrounded,
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| Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.
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| See the streams of living waters,
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| Springing from eternal love,
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| Well supply thy blessed members,
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| And all fear of want remove;
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| Who can faint, when such a river
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| Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
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| Grace which, like the Lord, the giver,
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| Never fails from age to age.
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| Blest constituents of Zion,
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| Washed in the Redeemer’s blood;
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| Jesus, whom their souls rely on,
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| Makes them kings and priests to God.
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| 'Tis His love His people raises
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| Over self to reign as kings:
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| And as priests, His worthy praises,
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| Each his thankful offering brings.
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| Savior, if of Zion’s city
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| I, through grace, a member am,
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| Let the world deride or pity—
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| I will glory in Thy name.
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| Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
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| All his boasted pomp and show;
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| Solid joys and lasting treasure
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| None but Zion’s members know. |