Psalms 87

• [Psa 87:1] Zion, Founded On The Mountains

  Zion, founded on the mountains, God, thy Maker, loves thee well; He has chosen thee, most precious, He delights in thee to dwell; God’s own city, God’s own city, God’s own city, who can all thy glory tell? Heathen lands and hostile peoples Soon shall come the Lord to know; Nations born again in Zion Shall the Lord’s salvation show; God Almighty, God Almighty, God Almighty, shall on Zion strength bestow. When the Lord shall count the nations, Sons and daughters He shall see, Born to endless life in Zion, And their joyful song shall be: “Blessèd Zion, blessèd Zion, Blessèd Zion, all our fountains are in thee.”

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• [Psa 87:2] Zion, On The Holy Hills

  Zion, on the holy hills, God, thy Maker, loves thee well; All thy courts His presence fills, He delights in thee to dwell. Wondrous shall Thy glory be, City blest of God, the Lord; Nations shall be born in thee, Unto life from death restored. When the Lord the names shall write Of thy sons, a countless throng, God Most High will thee requite, He Himself will make thee strong. Then in song and joyful mirth Shall thy ransomed sons agree, Singing forth throughout the earth, “All my fountains are in thee.”

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• [Psa 87:3] Glorious Things Of Thee Are Spoken

  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 hovering, See the cloud and fire appear! For a glory and a cov’ring Showing that the Lord is near. Thus deriving from our 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.

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