Behold! the mountain of the Lord
In latter days shall rise
On mountain tops above the hills,
And draw the wond'ring 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 ev'ry land;
The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs
Shall all the world command.
Among the nations he shall judge;
His judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And quell the sinner's pride.
On mountain tops above the hills,
And draw the wond'ring 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 ev'ry land;
The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs
Shall all the world command.
Among the nations he shall judge;
His judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And quell the sinner's pride.
No strife shall vex Messiah's reign,
Or mar those peaceful years;
To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.
No longer hosts encountering hosts,
Their millions slain deplore;
They hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.
Come then! Oh come from every land,
To worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.
Come then! Oh come from every land,
To worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.
- Michael Bruce, 1768
Tune: Glasgow CM
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