Glorious things are spoken of thee

1. Glorious things are spoken of thee, City of God, Oh, Zion above; Tell me of all thy glorious beauty, Tell me why all the saints thee love; Here is my story, sacred and true, Hidden from saints in all ages before, Blessed your eyes are my vision to view And to praise Him and adore.

Chorus : Arise and shine, daughter of Zion, Shake of thy dust, your light is come; Publish the truth, thy Lord doth reign, You shall possess His glorious realm.