1 Zion, the city of our God,
How glorious is the place!
The Saviour there has his abode,
And saints will see his face.

2 There all the fruits of glory grow,
And joys that never die;
And streams of grace and knowledge flow
The soul to satisfy.

3 Come, set your faces Zionward,
The sacred road inquire,
And let the city of the Lord
Be henceforth your desire.

4 The gospel shines to give you light;
No longer, then, delay;
The Spirit waits to guide you right,
And Jesus is the way.

5 O Lord, regard thy people's prayer,
Thy promise now fulfill,
And young and old by grace prepare
To dwell on Zion's hill.