BEHOLD! the mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise On mountain-tops...

BEHOLD! the mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise On mountain-tops above the hills, And draw the wondering, eyes.

To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow; Up to the hill of God, they'll say, And to his house, we'll go.

The beam that shines from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land; The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall all the world command.

Among the nations he shall judge; His judgements truth shall guide; His sceptre shall protect the just, And quell the sinner's pride.

No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds Disturb those peaceful years; To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, To pruning-hooks their spears.

No longer hosts, encountering hosts, Shall crowds of slain deplore; They hang the trumpet in the hall, And study war no more.

Come, then, O house of Jacob! come To worship at his shrine; And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine.