The Church the City of God

GLorious things are spread abroad
Of Sion, far and near,
That blessed City of our God,
Whose beauty is most rare:

There is a quiet stream makes glad
The City of the Lord;
His presence will secure her peace,
And timely help afford.

Her Building is of Precious-stone,
Her Foundation's sure;
No Jasper ever hath so shone
Like it, it is so pure.

'Tis God who did this City raise,
And he will it repair,
That it may be to his high praise,
Himself also dwells there:

It is his Dwelling-place below,
The Palace of our King;
And all great Kings shall Gifts bestow,
To make her glory ring

Throughout the Earth, to such degree
Shall she her beauty spread;
Her glory shall by great and small
Be much admired.

Then sing, ye Saints, lift up your voice,
Who do in Sion dwell;
What People like unto you are,
O happy Israel!