On the holy hills

Verse 1

Zion, on the holy hills, God, thy Maker, loves thee well; All thy courts His presence fills, He delights in thee to dwell. Wondrous shall thy glory be, City blest of God, the Lord; Nations shall be born in thee, Unto life from death restored.

Verse 2

When the Lord the names shall write Of thy sons, a countless throng, God Most High will thee requite, He Himself will make thee strong. Then in song and joyful mirth Shall thy ransomed sons agree, Singing forth throughout the earth: "All my fountains are in thee."