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!
Every human tie may perish,
Friend to friend unfaithful prove,
Mothers cease their own to cherish,
Heaven and earth at last remove;
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.
