I How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill,
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

II How charming is their voice,
How sweet the tidings are,
"Zion, behold thy Saviour king,
"He reigns and triumphs here."

III How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!

IV How blessed are our eyes
That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But dy'd without the sight.

V The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And desarts learn the joy.

VI he Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God!