1 Thou holy Church, God's city, shine,
High on His mountain founded?
Sing praise to Christ, thy king divine,
Who thee with walls surrounded;
Thy children He doth bless and sends
His peace to thee, thy strife He ends:
Now praise thy God, O Zion!

2 He sendeth out His holy word
To every land and nation,
It swiftly runs, 'tis from the Lord
His message of salvation;
The hearts that were like ice and snow,
It melts so that in streams they flow
With tears of true repentance.

3 Who now but will himself deny,
And yield to God submission,
His word receive, on Christ rely,
Obtains a full remission;
He is converted and made wise,
And goest from hence to Paradise:
Grant us this grace, O Savior!