Zion, from thee is sound­ed forth,
The word of an al­migh­ty God,
To tell the rich­es of His grace,
And spread His glo­ries all abroad.

In terms ex­press­ive to un­fold
The sin­ner’s doom, and sin’s de­sert,
The cross of Je­sus to re­veal,
And send con­vic­tion to the heart.

Unhappy they, es­tranged from God,
Whom nei­ther wrath nor grace can move,
Who on the Gos­pel cast con­tempt,
And still des­pise a Sav­ior’s love.

But to the scep­ter they must yield,
Or bow be­neath re­sist­less pow­er;
Oh may they trem­ble at Thy word,
And saints with grate­ful hearts adore.