By A Collection of Hymns

      8 9 8, 8 9 8, 6 6, 4 4, 4 8.
      1 BY the holy hills surrounded,
      On her firm base securely founded,
      Stands fast the city of the Lord;
      None shall rend her walls asunder;
      On her men look with fear and wonder,
      And mark who here keeps watch and ward.
      He slumbers not, nor sleeps,
      Who his loved Israel keeps.
      Hallelujah!
      Happy the race
      Who through God's grace
      Shall have in her their dwelling place!

      2 Zion's gates Jehovah loveth,
      And with especial grace approveth;
      He maketh fast her bolts and bars;
      Those who dwell in her he blesses,
      And comforts them in their distresses
      Who cast on him their griefs and cares.
      How wonderful the grace
      With which he doth embrace
      All his people!
      City of God,
      How sweet the abode
      On which such blessings are bestowed!

      3 Taught in thee is a salvation
      Unknown to every other nation;
      There great and holy things are heard,
      In the midst of thee abiding,
      Enlightening, comforting and guiding,
      Thou hast the Spirit, and the Word;
      There breathing peace around
      Is heard the joyful sound,
      Grace and mercy!
      How sweet that is,
      Which here speaks peace,
      There crowns with everlasting bliss.

      4 Nations that have never known thee,
      From the world's end shall come to own thee,
      And eagerly to Zion run;
      Even to those in darkness sitting
      The Lord shall show when he sees fitting
      What once for all the world was done.
      Where is the Son of God?
      Where is his blest abode?
      All enquiring,
      Till far and wide
      On every side,
      The Lord is praised and magnified.

      5 Dry your tears, ye hearts nigh broken
      Of Zion it shall yet be spoken,
      "How do her citizens increase!"
      Men shall see with fear and wonder
      How God builds Zion up, and ponder
      His love and truth who hath wrought this.
      Lift up your heads! at last
      The night of death has past
      From the heathen;
      The day shall break
      When they awake,
      And Israel their joy partake.

      6 Mother thou of every nation
      Which here has sought and found salvation,
      O Zion, yet on earth shalt be:
      Hark! what shouts the air are rending!
      What cries to heaven's gates ascending!
      All our fresh springs shall be in thee.
      From thee the waters burst,
      To slake our burning thirst.
      Hallelujah!
      From sin and death
      God's own word saith
      That he alone delivereth.