Lyrics

Zion stands by hills sur­round­ed,
Zion, kept by pow­er di­vine;
All her foes shall be con­found­ed,
Though the world in arms com­bine;
Happy Zi­on, what a fa­vored lot is thine!
Happy Zi­on, what a fa­vored lot is thine!

Every hu­man tie may per­ish;
Friend to friend un­faith­ful prove;
Mothers cease their own to cher­ish;
Heav’n and earth at last re­move;
But no chang­es can at­tend Je­ho­vah’s love,
But no chang­es can at­tend Je­ho­vah’s love.

In the fur­nace God may prove thee,
Thence to bring thee forth more bright,
But can ne­ver cease to love thee;
Thou art pre­cious in His sight;
God is with thee—God, thine ev­er­last­ing Light,
God is with thee—God, thine ev­er­last­ing Light.