Behold, the Mountain of the Lord
Author: Michael Bruce
Composer: Varies by tune (see below)
Languages (7)
This song text has been indexed at SingPraises.net in the following languages:
- Bulgarian: В последните дни хълмът Божий
- English: Behold, the Mountain of the Lord
- English Braille: ⠠⠃⠑⠓⠕⠇⠙⠂ ⠮ ⠠⠍⠳⠝⠞⠁⠔ ⠷ ⠮ ⠠⠇⠕⠗⠙
- Fijian: Raica na Ulunivanua ni Turaga
- Hawaiian: Aia Hoi, Ka Mauna O Ka Haku
- Spanish: Mirad el monte del Señor
- Tongan: ʻE fokotuʻu ʻa e moʻunga ʻo e ʻEiki
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Most common tunes for “Behold, the Mountain of the Lord”
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Appearances of “Behold, the Mountain of the Lord” over time
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Copyright status of original text
This text was first published in English, in 1832 or earlier.
Public domain
Earliest source indexed at SingPraises.net: The Evening and the Morning Star (1832–1834), Jun 1832.
Representative lyrics
English (Original Language)
1. Behold, the mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise On 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 hill Shall lighten ev’ry land; The King who reigns in Salem’s tow’r 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.
3. No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds Disturb those peaceful years; To plowshares men shall beat their swords, 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. Come, then, O house of Jacob, come, To worship at His shrine, And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine.
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