Zion! the city of our God, How glorious is the place! The Savior there has His abode, And sinners see His face! Set firm against each adverse shock, Its mighty bulwarks prove; ’Tis built upon the living Rock, And walled around with love. There, all the fruits of glory grow, And joys that never die; And streams of grace and knowledge flow, The soul to satisfy. Come, set your faces Zion-ward, The sacred road inquire; And let a union to the Lord Be henceforth your desire! The Gospel shines to give you light, No longer, then, delay; The Spirit waits to guide you right, And Jesus is the way. O Lord, regard Thy people’s prayer, Thy promise now fulfill; And young and old, by grace prepare, To dwell on Zion’s hill.