Glorious Things Are Spoken Of Thee,
Thou City Of God, Thou Home Of The Free;
Fair As The Morning, Clear As The Sun,
Great Army With Banners, Conquering One.

Zion Of God, Thou Home Of The Free,
Washed In The Blood, I’m Dwelling In Thee;
Glorious Home, Oh, Gather Us There,
Church Of The Firstborn, Thou Art So Fair.

Glorious Things I Cannot Declare
Are Found In Thy Courts So Wondrously Fair;
Those Who Remain Within Thee Shall Rest,
O Zion Of God, Thou Home Of The Blest.

Glorious Things Shine Forth In Thy Light,
Thou City So Fair, No Sorrow Can Blight;
Blessings So Rich, Unnumbered, Untold,
More Precious Are They Than Diamonds And Gold.

Glorious Things Divinely Complete
Within Thee Are Found—Thy Love Is Replete;
Down Through The Ages, Spotless And Pure,
Thy God Hath Preserved Thee, Thou Art Secure.

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