1 How beauteous are their feet,
who stand on Sion's hill,
who bring salvation on their tongues
and words of peace reveal!
2 How happy are our ears
that hear this happy sound,
which kings and prophets waited for,
and sought, but never found!
3 How blessèd are our eyes
that see this heavenly light,
prophets and kings desired it long,
but died without the sight!
4 The Lord makes bare his arm
through all the earth abroad:
Let every nation now behold
their Saviour and their God.
|First Line:||How beauteous are their feet|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1674-1748)|
|Topic:||Church: Universal; Light; Prophets|
|Source:||From Aaron Williams's New Universal Psalmodist, 1770|