Olney Hymns

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 want remove:

Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows their thirst t’ assuage?

Grace, which like the LORD, the giver,

Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hov’ring

See the cloud and fire appear!

For a glory and a cov’ring,

Showing that the LORD is near:

Thus deriving from their banner

Light by night and shade by day;

Safe they feed upon the Manna

Which he gives them when they pray.

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

Over self to reign as kings

And as priests, his solemn praises

Each for a thank–offering brings.

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 children know.