They are pealing, sweetly peeling,

Zion’s sons are firstfruits unto God,

In their mouth no murmuring.

They are virgins, holy, undefiled,

See them standing – great high calling,

In their trials they were oppressed,

But were dauntless through His grace.

CHORUS

From the heights of Zion they reign,

All their loss has turned to gain,

They shall see His face, they bear His name,

And sing a song so unique,

What a meeting over there,

Oh, the glory they do share,

And with Jesus they shall stand on Zion evermore.

2.           Voices there like many waters sound,

Breaking forth like thundering.

They are servants wholly sanctified,

In their counsel, God directing,

They shall ever and for ever reign,

This is Zion’s heritage.

3.            City crystal, richly garnished there,

Perfect rest and harmony.

Where the saints are truly magnified,

Harps there strung show love pervading,

In that land where love ever reigns,

All in perfect symphony.

4.          Christ on Zion is the corner-stone,

God is building, surely building,

Holy temple with the bulwarks rare,

Zion’s work is far-reaching.

See the Lord comes amply satisfied,

For our Christ has great discerning,

Since He has built all her structures fine,

Great this Zion’s mystery.