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| Glorious Things Of Thee |
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| 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 mayst smile at all thy foes. |
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| 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. |
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| 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 deriving from our banner |
| Light by night and shade by day, |
| Safe they feed upon the manna |
| Which He gives them when they pray. |
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| Blest inhabitants of Zion, |
| Washed in the Redeemer’s blood! |
| Jesus, whom their souls rely on, |
| Makes them kings and priests to God; |
| ’Tis His love His people raises |
| Over self to reign as kings, |
| And as priests, His solemn praises |
| Each for a thank off’ring brings. |
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| Savior, if of Zion’s city, |
| I through grace a member am, |
| Let the world deride or pity, |
| I will glory in Thy name; |
| Fading is the worldling’s pleasure, |
| All his boasted pomp and show; |
| Solid joys and lasting treasure |
| None but Zion’s children know. |
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