Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken

Glorious things of thee are spoken, 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 smile at all thy foes. 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 to assuage? Grace which like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age! Round each habitation hov'ring, See the cloud and fire appear For a glory and a cov'ring, Showing that the Lord is near! Thus they march, the pillar leading, Light by night and shade by day, Daily on the manna feeding Which He gives them when they pray. Words: John Newton Music: Franz Joseph Haydn