Sing praises in Zion,
The city of our King.
Zion, the place of His choosing
Where saints are rejoicing.
Here God is their salvation.
In elevation,
The joy of our King,
His satisfaction,
The joy of the whole earth.
The greatest enjoyment!
It’s like the precious ointment.
Zion, how good and how pleasant,
In oneness we’re dwelling.
The dew, oh how refreshing!
How good and how pleasant,
The best enjoyment!
Our oneness is just Him.
As ointment, He’s moving,
As dew He is descending,
Zion: our God is our dwelling,
As ointment, He’s strengthening,
As dew, He’s so supplying.
How good and how pleasant,
Man’s satisfaction,
Our dwelling is this One.
Our oneness and living,
The processed God, our all.
Zion, the ultimate blessing,
Of God with man mingling,
The Triune God dispensing.
God mingling with man;
His satisfaction,
The ultimate consummation!