"The Lord loveth the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob. Glorious things are spoken of thee, O city of God... The Lord shall count, when He writeth up the people, that this man was born there. Selah. As well as the players on instruments shall be there: all my springs are in thee" (Psalm 87:2-7).
How glorious the gates are of Zion above!
How sweet is the fellowship there!
This is the place where the Lord sets His love,
And the place that He went to prepare.
How glad are the songs as we now draw near,
So skillfully played upon strings!
Christ is the theme of the choirs we hear,
Our life, and the source of our springs!
This one and that one were born there anew;
The Lord counts each spiritual birth.
O city of God, all my springs are in you;
I'm just a sojourner on earth!
Our names have been written in heaven: rejoice!
In the Book of the Lamb they are found
With all the redeemed who have heard the Lord's voice,
Who know there is no sweeter sound!
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