Verse 1
For I my Sion’s peace
Will as a stream extend:
Which still runs on with large increase,
In boundless bliss to end:
The riches of her grace
The Gentiles too shall know,
And pour their glory in, to raise
And make her joy o’er-flow.
Verse 2
The church shall then appear
In full felicity;
And every gospel-minister
A tender nurse shall be;
Her children dwell at ease
With every comfort blest,
While dandled on their mother’s knees,
And cherish’d in her breast.