How glo­ri­ous Sion’s courts ap­pear,
The ci­ty of our God!
His throne He hath es­tab­lished here
Here fixed His loved abode.

Its wall, de­fend­ed by His grace
No pow­er shall e’er o’er­throw,
Salvation is its bul­wark sure
Against th’as­sail­ing foe.

Lift up the ev­er­last­ing gates,
The doors wide op­en fling;
Enter, ye nations, who ob­ey
The sta­tutes of our king.

Here shall ye taste un­min­gled joys,
And dwell in per­fect peace,
Ye, who have known Je­ho­vah’s name,
And trust­ed in His grace.

Trust in the Lord, for­ev­er trust,
And ban­ish all your fears;
Strength in the Lord Je­ho­vah dwells
Eternal as His years.

What though the wick­ed dwell on high,
His arm shall bring them low;
Low as the ca­verns of the grave
Their lof­ty heads shall bow.

Along the dust shall then be spread
Their tow­ers, that brave the skies:
On them the needy’s feet shall tread,
And on their ru­ins rise.