BEHOLD! THE MOUNTAIN OF THE LORD
In latter days shall rise
On mountain tops above the hills,
And draw the wondering eyes.
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 judgement s truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And quell the sinner’s pride.
No strife nor rage, nor hostile feuds
Disturb the peaceful years;
To ploughshares soon they beat their swords
To pruning hooks their spears.
Come then, O house of Jacob, come
And lift up Jesus Christ
And, walking in the light of God,
Throughout the nations shine.