How beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion’s hill! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! 2 How charming is their voice! How sweet the tidings are! “Zion, behold thy Saviour King, He reigns and triumphs here.” 3 How happy are our ears That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found! 4 How blesséd are our eyes That see this heavenly light! Prophets and kings desired it 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 every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God. 271 S. M. Power of God’s word. Behold, the morning sun Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run, And light and life convey. 2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light; It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight. 3 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just! For ever sure thy promise, Lord, And we securely trust. 4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! O, may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven. 272 8s & 7s. The gospel trumpet. Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds! Through all the world the echo bounds! And Jesus, by redeeming blood, Is bringing sinners back to God, And guides them safely by his word To endless day. 2 Hail, Jesus! all victorious Lord! Be thou by all mankind adored! For us didst thou the fight maintain, And o’er our foes the victory gain, That we with thee might ever reign In endless day. 3 Fight on, ye conquering souls, fight on, And when the conquest you have won, Then palms of victory you shall hear, And in his kingdom have a share, And crowns of glory ever wear, In endless day. 4 There we shall in full chorus join, With saints and angels all combine To sing of his redeeming love, When rolling years shall cease to move, And this shall be our theme above, In endless day. 273 H. M. The year of jubilee. Blow ye the trumpet, blow The gladly-solemn sound; Let all the nations know, To earth’s remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 2 Exalt the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption by his blood, Through all the lands, proclaim: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.