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Glorious things of thee are spoken,

   Holy 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.

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See the streams of living waters,

   Springing from eternal love,

Well supply thy blessed members,

   And all fear of want remove;

Who can faint, when 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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Blest constituents 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 worthy praises,

   Each his thankful offering 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 members know.