How beauteous are their feet
S. M.
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How beauteous are their feetWho stand on Zion's hill;That bring salvation on their tongues,And words of peace reveal!
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How charming is their voice,So sweet the tidings are;"Zion, behold thy Savior, King;He reigns and triumphs here!"
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How happy are our ears,That hear the joyful sound,Which kings and prophets waited for,And sought, but never found.
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How blessed are our eyes,That see this heavenly light;Prophets and kings desired it long,But died without the sight.
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The watchmen join their voice,And tuneful notes employ;Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,And deserts learn the joy.
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The Lord makes bare his armThrough all the earth abroad;Let every nation now beholdTheir Savior and their God.