Author of the Lyrics
The author of the illuminating
words of the "Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken" lyrics, John Newton (July 24, 1725-December 21, 1807),
was born in London, England and
achieved fame as a Hymnist and curate at Olney, Buckinghamshire.
Composer of Hymn Music
The composer of the
music that accompanies the
words of "Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken", Franz Josef Haydn (March 31, 1732-May 31, 1809),
was born in Rohrau, Austria and
became famous as a a great symphonist, composer and musician.
Information about the
Title of Hymn: Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken
Author of Lyrics (Hymnist): John Newton (July 24, 1725
to December 21, 1807)
Nationality of Author:
Translator of the Hymn
lyrics: N/A Hymn written in English
Name of Composer of Music: Franz Josef Haydn (March 31, 1732 to
May 31, 1809)
Hymn Category: Thanksgiving Songs
First Line of Hymn: "Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God"
First Publication Date:
Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken Lyrics
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He, Whose Word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love;
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t'assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.
Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a cov'ring
Showing that the Lord is near.
Thus deriving from our banner
Light by night and shade by day;
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which He gives them when they pray.
Blest inhabitants of Zion,
Washed in the Redeemer's blood!
Jesus, Whom their souls rely on,
Makes them kings and priests to God.
'Tis His love His people raises,
Over self to reign as kings,
And as priests, His solemn praises
Each for a thank offering brings.
Savior, if of Zion's city,
I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy Name.
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion's children know.