By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M. Isaiah ii. 1 - 5.
      1 BEHOLD! the mountain of the Lord
      In latter days shall rise
      On mountain-tops above the hills,
      And draw the wondering, 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 The beam that shines from Zion's hill
      Shall lighten every land;
      The King who reigns in Salem's towers
      Shall all the world command.

      4 Among the nations he shall judge;
      His judgements truth shall guide;
      His sceptre shall protect the just,
      And quell the sinner's pride.

      5 No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds
      Disturb those peaceful years;
      To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
      To pruning-hooks their spears.

      6 No longer hosts, encountering hosts,
      Shall crowds of slain deplore;
      They hang the trumpet in the hall,
      And study war no more.

      7 Come, then, O house of Jacob! come
      To worship at his shrine;
      And, walking in the light of God,
      With holy beauties shine.