In the crimson of the morning,
In the whiteness of the noon,
In the amber glory of the day’s retreat;
In the midnight robed in darkness,
Or the gleaming of the moon,
I listen for the coming of His feet.

I have heard His weary footsteps
By the Galilean sea,
On the Temple’s marble pavement, on the street;
Worn with weight of sorrow, falt’ring
Up the slopes of Calvary,
The sorrow of the coming of His feet.

Down the minster aisles of splendor,
From between the cherubim,
Thro’ the wond’ring throngs with motion strong and fleet,
Sounds His victor tread, with music,
Of redemption’s choral hymn,
The music of the coming of His feet.

Comes He sandaled not with silver,
Gilded not with woven gold,
Weighted not with shimm’ring gems and odors sweet;
But white-winged and shod with glory,
In the Tabor-light of old,
The glory of the coming of His feet.

He is coming, O my spirit,
With His everlasting peace,
With His blessedness immortal and complete;
He is coming, O my spirit,
And His coming brings release,
I listen for the coming of His feet.

How beauteous on the mountains
The feet of him that brings,
Like streams from living fountains,
Good tidings of good things;
That publishes salvation;
From error gives release
To every tribe and nation:
God’s reign of joy and peace.

Break forth in hymns of gladness,
O waste Jerusalem;
Let songs instead of sadness,
Thy jubilee proclaim;
The Lord, in strength victorious,
Upon thy foes has trod;
Behold, O earth, the glorious
Salvation of our God.

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.

How lovely on the mountains are the feet of Him
Who brings good news, good news;
Announcing peace, proclaiming news of happiness:
Our God reigns, our God reigns!

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Our God reigns!
Our God reigns!
Our God reigns!
Our God reigns!

He had no stately form, He had no majesty
That we should be drawn to Him.
He was despised and we took no account of Him.
Our God reigns, our God reigns!

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It was our sin and guilt that bruised and wounded Him.
It was our sin that brought Him down.
When we like sheep had gone astray our Shepherd came
And on His shoulders bore our shame.

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Meek as a lamb that’s led out to the slaughterhouse,
Dumb as a sheep before its shearer,
His life ran down upon the ground like pouring rain
That we might be born again.

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Out from the tomb He came with grace and majesty;
He is alive, He is alive.
God loves us so, see here His hands, His feet, His side
Yes we know, He is alive.

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A perfect path of purest grace,
Unblemished and complete,
Was Thine, Thou spotless Nazarite,
Pure, even to the feet.

Thy stainless life, Thy lovely walk,
In every aspect true,
From the defilement all around,
No taint of evil drew.

No broken service, Lord was Thine,
No change was in Thy way;
Unsullied in Thy holiness,
Thy strength knew no decay.

The vow was on Thee—Thou didst come,
To yield Thyself to death;
And consecration marked Thy path,
And spoke in every breath.

Morning by morning Thou didst wake,
Amidst this poisoned air;
Yet no contagion touched Thy soul,
No sin disturbed Thy prayer.

Thus, Lord we love to trace Thy course,
To mark where Thou hast trod,
And follow Thee with loving eye,
Up to the throne of God.

Shout the tidings of salvation
To the agèd and the young,
Till the precious invitation
Waken ev’ry heart and tongue.

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Send the sound the earth around.
Send the sound the earth around.
Shout the tidings of salvation
O’er the prairies of the West,
Till each gath’ring congregation
With the gospel sound is blest.

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Shout the tidings of salvation
O’er the islands of the sea,
Till, in humble adoration,
All to Christ shall bow the knee.

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Shout the tidings of salvation
Till the world shall hear the call,
And, with joyous acclamation,
Crown the Savior Lord of all.

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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 the tidings are!
“Zion, behold thy Savior King;
He reigns and triumphs here.”

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

How blessèd are our eyes
That see this heav’nly light
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

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

The Lord makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Savior and their God!

On the mountain’s top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing
Zion, long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive, God Himself shall loose thy bands.
Mourning captive, God Himself shall loose thy bands.

Has Thy night been long and mournful?
Have thy friends unfaithful proved?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease thy mourning, Zion still is well beloved.
Cease thy mourning, Zion still is well beloved.

God, thy God, will now restore thee;
He Himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Great deliverance Zion’s King will surely send.
Great deliverance Zion’s King will surely send.

Peace and joy shall now attend thee;
All thy warfare now is past;
God thy Savior will defend thee;
Victory is thine at last:
All thy conflicts end in everlasting rest.
All thy conflicts end in everlasting rest.

How lovely on the mountains are the feet of Him
Who brings good news, good news;
Announcing peace, proclaiming news of happiness:
Our God reigns, our God reigns!

Refrain

Our God reigns!
Our God reigns!
Our God reigns!
Our God reigns!

He had no stately form, He had no majesty
That we should be drawn to Him.
He was despised and we took no account of Him.
Our God reigns, our God reigns!

Refrain

It was our sin and guilt that bruised and wounded Him.
It was our sin that brought Him down.
When we like sheep had gone astray our Shepherd came
And on His shoulders bore our shame.

Refrain

Meek as a lamb that’s led out to the slaughterhouse,
Dumb as a sheep before its shearer,
His life ran down upon the ground like pouring rain
That we might be born again.

Refrain

Out from the tomb He came with grace and majesty;
He is alive, He is alive.
God loves us so, see here His hands, His feet, His side
Yes we know, He is alive.

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Praise the Savior, all ye nations,
Praise Him, all ye hosts above;
Shout, with joyful acclamation,
His divine, victorious love;
Be His kingdom now promoted,
Let the earth her Monarch know;
Be my all to Him devoted,
To my Lord my all I owe.

See how beauteous on the mountains
Are their feet, whose grand design
Is to guide us to the fountains
That o’erflow with bliss divine,
Who proclaim the joyful tidings
Of salvation all around,
Disregard the world’s deridings,
And in works of love abound.

With my substance will I honor
My Redeemer and my Lord;
Were ten thousand worlds my manor,
All were nothing to His Word:
While the heralds of salvation
His abounding grace proclaim,
Let His friends, of every station,
Gladly join to spread His fame.

Send Thou, O Lord, to every place
Swift messengers before Thy face,
The heralds of Thy wondrous grace,
Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

Send men whose eyes have seen the King,
Men in whose ears His sweet words ring;
Send such Thy lost ones home to bring;
Send them where Thou wilt come.

To bring good news to souls in sin;
The bruised and broken hearts to win;
In every place to bring them in
Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

Thou Who hast died, Thy vict’ry claim;
Assert, O Christ, Thy glory’s name
In every place to bring them in
Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

Gird each one with the Spirit’s sword,
The sword of Thine own deathless Word;
And make them conquerors, conquering, Lord,
Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

Raise up, O Lord the Holy Ghost,
From this broad land a mighty host,
Their war cry, “We will seek the lost
Where Thou, O Christ, wilt come.”

Trembling soul, beset by fears, “Thy God reigneth!”
Look above, and dry thy tears: “Thy God reigneth!”
Though thy foes with power assail, naught against thee shall prevail;
Trust in Him—He’ll never fail:
“Thy God reigneth, Thy God reigneth!”

Sinful soul, thy debt is paid, “Thy God reigneth!”
On the Lord thy sins were laid, “Thy God reigneth!”
On the cross of Calvary, Jesus shed His blood for thee,
From all sin to set thee free,
Thy God reigneth, Thy God reigneth!”

Seeking soul, to Jesus turn, “Thy God reigneth!”
None that seek Him will He spurn, “Thy God reigneth!”
Wandering sheep the Shepherd seeks and, when found, He ever keeps,
For “He slumbers not nor sleeps,”
“Thy God reigneth, Thy God reigneth!”

Join, ye saints, the truth proclaim, “Thy God reigneth!”
Shout it forth with glad acclaim, “Thy God reigneth!”
Zion, wake! the morn is nigh; see it break from yonder sky;
Loud and clear the watchmen cry:
“Thy God reigneth, Thy God reigneth!”

Church of Christ, awake, awake! “Thy God reigneth!”
Forward then, fresh courage take: “Thy God reigneth!”
Soon, descending from His throne, He shall claim thee for His own;
Sin shall then be overthrown:
“Thy God reigneth, Thy God reigneth!”