1 How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Sion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
2 How charming is their voice:
How sweet the tidings are!--
"Sion, 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 blessèd are our eyes
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad:
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God!
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First Line: | How beauteous are their feet |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |