HOW BEAUTIFUL
THE FEET THAT TROD
How beautiful the feet that trod
The way that leads us back to God.
The dusty road of our parched lives
Became the way to paradise.
Before him loomed the cross of shame;
Around him stood the blind and lame.
With eye intent and face like flint,
He set his heart, while back he bent.
The wails of anguish grew in strength.
Will Satan overcome at length?
Rejoice! The Prince of Death is done,
Bound fast in chains by God’s own Son!
Our grief, our shame on Jesus laid.
The debt we owed now he has paid.
Released from sin and Satan’s curse
We rise again the Lamb to bless.
O gracious Lord, your agony,
Your pain and death upon the tree,
Is now our song of victory¯
“Christ Jesus crucified for me!”
How beautiful the feet that run
To share the news of God’s dear Son
Proclaim to dying men the name
Of Jesus! Victor! Live again!
All glory be to God on high
Enthroned in splendid majesty
To Father, Son and Spirit be
Honor and praise, eternally.
© Ferd O. Bahr 1980