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.
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.
Lyrics:John Newton (1725-1807)
Music:Franz Joseph Haydn (1732-1809)
Photo: Bob McCoy
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