Glorious things are spoken of thee, Thou city of God, thou home of the free; Fair as the morning, clear as the sun, Great army with banners, conquering one. Refrain: Zion of God, thou home of the free, Washed in the blood, I???m dwelling in thee; Glorious home, oh, gather us there, Church of the Firstborn, thou art so fair. Glorious things I cannot declare Are found in thy courts so wondrously fair; Those who remain within thee shall rest, O Zion of God, thou home of the blest. Glorious things shine forth in thy light, Thou city so fair, no sorrow can blight; Blessings so rich, unnumbered, untold, More precious are they than diamonds and gold. Glorious things divinely complete Within thee are found???thy love is replete; Down through the ages, spotless and pure, Thy God hath preserved thee, thou art secure.