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John Newton

Finley Lyon

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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 may'st smile at all thy foes.

See the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of drought 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.

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
With Himself to reign as kings;
And, as priests, His solemn praises
Each for a thank-off'ring brings.

Chorus:
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.