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Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс)


Hymn 10


The blessedness of gospel times.

Isa. 52:2,7-10; Mt. 13:16,17.

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 blessed 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! 



Isaac Watts's other poems:
  1. Psalm 136 (Give thanks to God most high)
  2. Psalm 34. Part 1 (Lord, I will bless thee all my days)
  3. Hymn 115 (Lord, how secure my conscience was)
  4. Hymn 99 (Let the whole race of creatures lie)
  5. Psalm 16. Part 1 (Preserve me, Lord, in time of need)


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