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 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 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.