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LORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;

He, whose Word cannot be broken,
Form'd 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.

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

Showing that the Lord is near.

Bless'd inhabitants of Zion,

Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood!

JESUS, whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God.

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CARLISLE. S. M.