How beautiful the feet of him
That saith unto Zion, "Thy God
Reigneth! His salvation now is thine."
For he bringeth them good tidings
Of great joy- there is a Savior
Who is one of them, and yet he is divine.
Who is one of them, and yet he is divine.
To the gate that is called Beautiful
A man was carried daily, who was
Lame from all the time he was a boy;
But his feet received their power
When he heard the name of Jesus
And he leaping up did stand and walk with joy.
And he leaping up did stand and walk with joy.
Is there any sick among you? let him
Ask the church to pray for him,
Anointing him with oil in Jesus' name.
And the prayer of faith shall save him;
And he'll stand before his Maker,
Having all his sins forgiven, freed from blame.
Having all his sins forgiven, freed from blame.
Behold, how good, how pleasant 'tis
When brothers dwell together in a
Unity explained by nought but love-
It is like the precious ointment
On the head of God's anointed;
As the dew, which is a blessing from above.
As the dew, which is a blessing from above.
There was once a lovely woman,
One who poured a precious ointment
On the feet of Christ, then wiped them with her hair.
And the Lord of lords was honored
For the sacrifice was costly
And her knolwedge of her Lord both pure and rare.
And her knolwedge of her Lord both pure and rare.
The name of Jesus spoken is as
Ointment when poured forth, which fills,
With sweet and pleasant fragrance, all the room.
For he is the rose of Sharon;
He is altogether lovely,
And is always, evermore in perfect bloom.
And is always, evermore in perfect bloom.