Lord, Let Me Dream On

How beautiful are the feet upon the mountain,
which doth good tidings bring,
That publishes peace that publishes salvation
and saith unto Zion, thy God reign.

The watchman shall agree when the Lord shall
again bring Zion, His people free,
Redeemed and shall sing of joy and gladness,
for they shall see and agree.

All ends of the earth shall see the salvation
of our God, break forth and sing,
Be ye clean, that bear the vessels of the Lord,
let Thy praises ring.

Unto His ear, that He may know we love Him so,
this Christ our King,
And tho He shall grow as a tender plant out
of the ground, His praises let us sing.

He was rejected, had sorrow, was acquainted
with grief and was not esteemed,
Despised and rejected, no beauty,
yet many nations by Him shall be redeemed.

He carried our sorrows; we esteemed Him stricken,
our sorrows He hast borne,
Smitten by God, wounded for our transgressions,
dear Jesus we do for Thee mourn.

All You did for our chastisement, yet all like sheep
have turned and gone astray,
Yet all the iniquities were laid on Thee my Lord,
as all turned his own way.

He was oppressed and afflicted, yet opened
not His mouth to say a word,
He was taken from prison and judgment, the
sweetest story ever to be heard.

His grave was with the wicked, with the rich in
death, for no violence had He done,
How beautiful are the feet upon the mountain,
who brought good news from this one.

Tho the Lord made His soul an offering for sin,
He shalt see His seed of plenty,
And by the knowledge of the righteous,
bearing iniquities, shall justify many.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker