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,
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;
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:
All our fountains are in thee.