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 riverEver flows their thirst to assuage—Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver,Never fails from age to age?Round each habitation hov'ring,See! the cloud and fire appearFor a glory and a cov'ring,Showing that the Lord is near:Blest inhabitants of Zion,Washed in the Redeemer's blood—Jesus, whom their souls rely on,Makes them kings and priests to God.Saviour, if of Zion's cityI thro' 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 treasureNone but Zion's children know.
• Praise Ye the Lord Bob Jones, Jr., 1911-1997
27 That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.
