How Beauteous Are Their Feet

How beau­te­ous are their feet

Who stand on Zi­on’s hill!

Who bring sal­va­tion on their tongues

And words of peace re­veal!

How charm­ing is their voice!

How sweet the tid­ings are!

Zion

be­hold thy Sav­ior king;

He reigns and tri­umphs here.

How hap­py are our ears

That hear this joy­ful sound

Which kings and pro­phets wait­ed for

And sought

but nev­er found!

How bless­èd are our eyes

That see this heav’n­ly light

Prophets and kings de­sired it long

But died with­out the sight.

The watch­men join their voice

And tune­ful notes em­ploy;

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs

And de­serts learn the joy.

The Lord makes bare His arm

Through all the earth abroad;

Let ev­ery na­tion now be­hold

Their Sav­ior and their God!