How Lovely on the Mountain

How love­ly on the mount­ain

The feet of those who bring

Glad tid­ings of sal­va­tion

Thro’ Zion’s glo­ri­ous king;

Behold

of God an­oint­ed

He comes with pow’r and might

O re­gions veiled in dark­ness

To pour ce­les­ti­al light.

Lift up thy head

O cap­tive

And let thy mourn­ings cease;

The hand of mer­cy wav­eth

The ol­ive branch of peace.

Lift up thy head

O cap­tive

For thou

in Christ

shalt find

A heal­ing balm of com­fort

The brok­en heart to bind.

O ev­ery one that thirst­eth

The crys­tal wa­ter see;

To all who will rec­eive it

The fount of life is free.

Let ev­ery one who hear­eth

Obey the gra­cious call;

Come

with­out price

or mo­ney

The Lord has paid for all.