1. Behold the mountain of the Lord
In latter-days shall rise
On 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 hill
Shall lighten ev’ry land;
The King who reigns in Salem’s tow’r
Shall 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 feuds
Disturb 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 host
Shall crowds of slain deplore.
They’ll hang the trumpet in the hall
And 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.