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 their tidings are;
Zion, behold thy Savior King,
He reigns in triumph here.

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

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