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 welcome 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 blessed are our eyes
That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and saints desir'd it long,
But died without the sight.

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

6 The Lord makes bare his arm
Thro' all the earth abroad:
let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.