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 their 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 The watchmen join their voice,
And tunefnl notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.