1 Behold! the mountain of the Lord
In latter days shall rise
On mountain tops, above the hills,
And draw the wond'ring eyes.
2 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.''
3 No strife shall rage, nor hostile feud
Disturb those peaceful years;
To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.
4 No longer host encount'ring host
Shall crowds of slain deplore:
They'll hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.
5 The beams that shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten ev'ry land:
The King who reigns in Salem's towers
Shall all the world command.
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