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 blesséd 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.