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.