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.