How beauteous are their feet

1How beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill! That bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal!

2How charming is their voice, So sweet the tidings are; "Zion, behold thy Savior, King; He reigns and triumphs here!"

3How happy are our ears, That hear the joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found.

4How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light; Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight.

5The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy.

6The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad; Let every nation now behold Their Savior and their God.