Oh, how beautiful their feet upon the mountains,
The tidings of peace who bring, who bring,
To the nations of the earth who sit in darkness,
And tell them of Zion’s King:
Then, ye heralds of the cross, be up and doing,
Go work in your Master’s field, away!
Sound the trumpet! sound the trumpet of salvation!
The Lord is your Strength and Shield.
Let the distant isles be glad,
Let them hail the Savior’s birth,
And the news of pardon free,
Till the knowledge of the truth
Shall extend to all the earth,
As the waters o’er the sea.