1 Zion, founded on the mountains,
God, thy Maker, loves thee well;
he has chosen thee, most precious,
he delights in thee to dwell;
God's own city, God's own city, God's own city,
who can all thy glory tell?
2 Heathen lands and hostile peoples
soon shall come the Lord to know;
nations born again in Zion
shall the Lord's salvation show;
God Almighty, God Almighty, God Almighty,
shall on Zion strength bestow.
3 When the Lord shall count the nations,
sons and daughters he shall see,
born to endless life in Zion,
and their joyful song shall be:
""Blessed Zion, blessed Zion, blessed Zion,
all our fountains are in thee.""