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,
So sweet the tidings are:
“Zion, behold thy Savior King;
He reigns and triumphs here.”
3
How happy are our ears,
That hear thes 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 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.
