1 How beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal!
2 How charming is their voice! How sweet the tidings are! "Zion, behold thy Saviour King, He reigns and triumphs here."
3 How happy are our ears That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found!
4 How blessed are our eyes That see this heavenly light! Prophets and kings desir'd it long, But dy'd without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts leant the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm Thro' all the earth abroad Let every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God.