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 heav'nly light!
Prophets and kings desir'd 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
Thro' all the earth abroad;
Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
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First Line: | How beauteous are their feet |
Meter: | S. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Salvation through Jesus Christ: Addresses to Christ and gratitude for redeeming love; The Blessedness of Gospel Times |
Notes: | Public Domain. |