How Glorious Sion’s Courts Appear

How glo­ri­ous Sion’s courts ap­pear

The ci­ty of our God!

His throne He hath es­tab­lished here

Here fixed His loved ab­ode.

Its wall

de­fend­ed by His grace

No pow­er shall e’er o’er­throw

Salvation is its bul­wark sure

Against th’as­sail­ing foe.

Lift up the ev­er­last­ing gates

The doors wide op­en fling;

Enter

ye na­tions

who ob­ey

The sta­tutes of our king.

Here shall ye taste un­min­gled joys

And dwell in per­fect peace

Ye

who have known Je­ho­vah’s name

And trust­ed in His grace.

Trust in the Lord

for­ev­er trust

And ban­ish all your fears;

Strength in the Lord Je­ho­vah dwells

Eternal as His years.

What though the wick­ed dwell on high

His arm shall bring them low;

Low as the ca­verns of the grave

Their lof­ty heads shall bow.

Along the dust shall then be spread

Their tow­ers

that brave the skies:

On them the needy’s feet shall tread

And on their ru­ins rise.