How beauteous are their feet

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

How charming is their voice,
So sweet the tidings are;
"Zion, behold thy Savior, King;
He reigns and triumphs here!"

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

How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light;
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

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

The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Savior and their God.