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

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

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

How bless­èd are our eyes
That see this heav’n­ly 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!