BEHOLD! THE MOUNTAIN

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 judgements truth shall guide;

His sceptre shall protect the just,

and quell the sinner’s pride.

No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds

disturb those peaceful years;

to ploughshares men shall beat their swords,

to pruning-hooks their spears.

No longer hosts encountering hosts

shall crowds of slain deplore:

they hang the trumpet 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.