How Beauteous Are Their Feet

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 blessed are our eyes
that see this heav'nly light;
prophets and kings desired it long,
but died without the sight.

The Lord makes bare his arm
through all the earth abroad;
let every nation now behold
their Savior and their God!