1. Behold, the mountain of the LordIn latter days shall riseOn mountaintops, above the hills,And draw the wond’ring eyes.To this shall joyful nations come;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.Among the nations he shall judge;His judgments truth shall guide;His scepter shall protect the justAnd quell the sinner’s pride.
3. No strife shall rage, nor hostile feudsDisturb those peaceful years;To plowshares men shall beat their swords,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.Come, then, O house of Jacob, come,To worship at His shrine,And, walking in the light of God,With holy beauties shine.
Text: Michael Bruce, 1746–1767, adapted
Music: Leland B. Sateren, 1913–2007. Tune and setting copyright Augsburg Publishing House. Used by permission. Making copies without written permission of the copyright owner is prohibited.