A-men.

1 LORIOUS things of thee are spoken,

GZion, 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.

2 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?

3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear
For a glory and a covering,
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.

4 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.

John Newton, 1779

1A MIGHTY fortress is our God,

A bulwark never failing;

Our helper He amid the flood

Of mortal ills prevailing;

For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,

On earth is not his equal.

2 Did we in our own strength confide,

Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right man on our side,

The man of God's own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;

Lord Sabaoth His name,
From age to age the same,

And He must win the battle.

3 And though this world, with devils filled,

Should threaten to undo us;

We will not fear, for God hath willed

His truth to triumph through us:
The prince of darkness grim-
We tremble not for him;

His rage we can endure,

For lo, his doom is sure,

One little word shall fell him.

4 That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours

Through Him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,

This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God's truth abideth still,

His kingdom is for ever.

Martin Luther, 1529; tr. Frederick H. Hedge, 1853