Behold the mount of Zion,
The city of our God!
The beauty of creation,
And place of His abode.
Christ is the great foundation
On which the building stands;
He reared for his own glory
This temple without hands.

Thru everlasting ages
This house shall stand secure:
The Lord for it engages
His wisdom, love, and pow'r;
Nor shall the hosts of Satan
Against it e'er prevail,
Tho' kingdoms be demolished,
And heav'n and earth should fail.

The Rock on which it's founded
Will last without decay;
With walls it is surrounded,
Which guard it ev'ry way;
Each stone is wisely polished,
And fitted to its place;
And all are well cemented
With God's redeeming grace.

Nor storms nor persecutions
Shall ever beat it down,
Nor floods of tribulation
Shall move a single stone;
With Christ they all shall triumph
O'er sin and death and hell,
And with Him in His glory
They shall forever dwell.