8s & 7s. Psalm lxxxvii. 1 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'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 to assuage? Grace which, like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age.
3 Saviour, if in Zion's city Thou enrol my humble name, Let the world deride or pity, I will glory in the shame; Fading is the sinner's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show: Solid joys and lasting treasure None but Zion's children know.
