Firmly I stand on Zion’s hill,
And view my starry crown,
No Pow’r on earth my hope can shake,
Nor hell can pull it down.


But firmer than the heav’ns the Rock
Of my salvation stands.

There is but one eternal King,
On Him I fix my hope:
All others are as fleeting things,
Their foll’wers blindly grope.


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