1 On mountain tops the mount of God
In latter days, shall rise
Above the summit of the hills,
And draw the wond'ring eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow;
Up to the mount of God, they'll say,
And to his house we'll go.
3 The rays that shine from Zion's hill,
Shall lighten every land;
Her King shall reign a thousand years,
And all the world command.
4 Among the nations he shall judge,
His judgements truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the meek,
And crush the wicked's pride.
5 No war shall rage, no hostile band
Disturb those peaceful years;
To plow-shares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.
6 Come, then, O house of Jacob, come,
And worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.
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