Among the holy Mountains
Is his foundation fast,
There Seated in his Sanctuary,
His Temple there is plac't.
Sions fair Gates the Lord loves
Then all the dwellings
Of Jacobs Land, though there be store,
And all within his care.
City of God, most glorious
Of thee abroad are spoke; I mention Egypt, where proud
Did our forefathers yoke,
I mention Babel to my friends,
Philistia full of scorn,
And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:
But twise that praise shall in our
Be said of Sion
This and this man was born in her,
High God shall fix her fast. The Lord shall write it in a
That ne're shall be
When he the Nations doth
That this man there was born.
Both they who sing, and they who
With sacred Songs are there,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams
And all my fountains clear.
