Behold! The Mountain of the Lord

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 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 judg­ments truth shall guide;

His scep­ter shall pro­tect the just

And quell the sin­ner’s pride.

No strife shall vex Mes­si­ah’s reign

Or mar the peace­ful years;

To plow­shares soon they beat their swords

To prun­ing hooks their spears.

No long­er hosts en­coun­ter­ing hosts

Their mill­ions slain de­plore;

They hang the trum­pets 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.