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,
So
sweet the tidings are:
“Zion,
behold thy Savior King;
He
reigns and triumphs here!”
3
How
happy are our ears,
That
hear the joyful sound
Which
kings and prophets waited for,
And
sought, but never found!
4
How
blessed 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.