1. Behold the mountain of the LordIn latter-days shall riseOn mountain tops, above the hills,And draw the wond’ring eyes,And draw the wond’ring 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.”
2. The rays that shine from Zion’s hillShall lighten ev’ry land;The King who reigns in Salem’s tow’rShall all the world command,Shall all the world command.Among the nations, round,All tribes and tongues shall flow:“Up to the hill of God,” they’ll say,“And to his house, we’ll go.”
3. No strife shall rage nor hostile feudsDisturb those peaceful years.To plowshares men shall beat their swords,To pruning hooks their spears,To pruning hooks their spears.No longer host encount’ring hostShall crowds of slain deplore.They’ll hang the trumpet in the hallAnd study war no more.
4. Come, then, O house of Jacob, come,To worship at his shrine,And, walking in the light of God,With holy beauties shine,With holy beauties shine.Come, then, O house of Jacob, come,To worship at his shrine,And, walking in the light of God,With holy beauties shine.