By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M. Isaiah lii. 7 - 10.
      1 HOW beauteous are their feet
      Who stand on Zion's hill;
      Who bring salvation in their tongues,
      And words of peace reveal!

      2 How cheering is their voice,
      How sweet the tidings are!
      "Zion, behold thy Saviour King;
      He reigns and triumphs here."

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

      4 How blessed are our eyes
      That see this heavenly light!
      Prophets and kings desired long,
      But died without the sight.

      5 The watchmen join their voice,
      And tuneful notes employ;
      Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
      And deserts learn the joy.

      6 The Lord makes bare his arm
      Through all the earth abroad:
      Let all the nations now behold
      Their Saviour and their God.