How beautiful upon the mountains are thy feet,
Good tidings to a needy world you bring.
To restless nations now you publish words of peace
And hearts that once were sad you make to sing.
How lofty is thy theme—Salvation full and free­
A life and ministry in God who lives and reigns­—
A living God who binds thy hearts to Him in love
Consuming selfish thoughts in heavenly flames.

God bless thee in thy noble work and speed thy feet.
May life divine be given thee each day.
And when the shadows dim about thy pathway fall
Through trembling lips, O may He hear thee say,
“Thy will alone be done, O Lord, Thy will be done."
Thus ever learn against thyself to choose
And let His will be food thy hungry heart to feed­—
His life in truth to find and thine to lose.

And when that last glad day we long for now shall come,
And we shall hear His footsteps at the door,
God grant that He may see the travail of His soul
In lives redeemed by grace the wide world o’er.
A joy peculiar will be granted thee that day
For faithfulness to vision granted thee.
Yours was the joy to serve in foreign fields afar
Our joy to stay at home and pray for thee.