Beautiful upon the mountain Are the feet of him who brings

1 Beautiful upon the mountain
Are the feet of shepherds true,
Who from out the living Fountain
Grace dispense each day anew.
Precious is the peace they offer
In the Savior's own dear name,
Who, for us His life to proffer,
From His throne in heav'n He came.

2 Earthly chains must not enslave him
Who would serve our gracious Lord;
In the strength the Master gave him
He must preach His holy Word,
Gladly bearing pain and sorrow,
Self-forgetful evermore.
Hoping that a brighter morrow
God has kept for him in store.

3 Let him speak to ev'ry nation
Of the Savior's boundless love;
Let him tell of God's salvation,
Of the blissful home above.
Let him comfort hearts that languish
In the throes of sin and pain,
That, relieved from all their anguish,
Peace and rest they may obtain.

4 Be it told to sinners stricken
With the fear of death and hell:
Christ your fainting hearts will quicken
And all mortal fears dispel.
Be it told to those in prison,
Chained by tho'ts of doubt and care:
Christ, Who died, again is risen
And with you His home will share.

Source: American Lutheran Hymnal #93