Beauties of Zion

O Zion

ci­ty of my God!

Thou ho­ly mount of love—

The tes­ti­mo­nies of the word

Thy grace and beau­ty prove.

Thy tow­ers they reach with­in the gate

Were

seat­ed on His throne

King Je­sus reigns in roy­al state

With glo­ry and re­nown!

Thou’rt placed up­on foun­da­tions sure

And plant­ed deep in love;

And pal­ac­es of love so pure

From all thy courts ab­ove.

Thy walls of love are built on high—

And love thy bat­tle­ments—

Encompassed round on ev­ery side

With love’s en­vir­on­ments.

Rare gems and un­told wealth are found

Within thy gates of peace

And trea­sures rich in thee abound

Thy store shall ne’er de­crease.

I roam up­on these heights sub­lime

Whose glo­ry tint­ed walls

Protect me from the ills of time

In love’s en­chant­ing halls.