How Beautiful His Feet Appear

How beau­ti­ful His feet ap­pear

High on the mount­ain tops

who brings

Glad tid­ings of sal­va­tion near

Salvation from the King of kings!

Who pub­lish­es the joy­ful sound

Proclaims a peace ’twixt earth and Heav’n

A ran­som for the sin­ner found

God re­con­ciled

and man for­giv’n.

That says to Is­ra­el’s mourn­ful race

Awake

arise

shake off thy chains;

Believe the word of Gos­pel grace

Thy God

thy great Re­deem­er reigns.

Thy watch­men shall the voice lift up

Shall sing with glad­some me­lo­dy

Object of all their joy and hope

When eye to eye their Lord they see.

Him

eye to eye

shall they be­hold

Shall shout to see the Sav­ior come

To save a world re­deemed of old

To bring the wea­ry cap­tives home.

Break forth in joy

your glad­ness sing

Employ your all for Christ

your king;

Rejoice

and Him Mes­si­ah claim:

Bestowing praise

live in His name.

For Christ the Lord doth com­fort man

Erases sin with migh­ty hand:

To Heav’n we rise from Ad­am’s fall:

His life He gave to ran­som all.

His arm He bared

in mer­cy

grace

Prepared a par­don for our race;

His mer­it

shown to all men’s sight

We may in­her­it as our right.

The Gen­tiles hear the sav­ing call:

His grace ap­pears and vis­its all;

A com­mon ran­som doth belong

To ev­ery na­tion

tribe and

tongue.