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?
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.
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.'