LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
| | Writer(s): | Michael Bruce & John Logan & Scottish Psalter and Paraphras
| | Transl/Adapt: |
| | Dates: | 1791
| | Bible Refs: | Is 2:1-6
| A Collection of Hymns (Methodist)
| 1889
| 740
| Anglican Hymn Book 1965
| 1965
| 416
| Australian Hymn Book/With One Voice
| 1977
| 366
| Baptist Hymn Book
| 1962
| 658
| Church Hymnal (Church of Ireland) 2000
| 2000
| 118
| Common Praise (Anglican C. of Canada)
| 1998
| 112
| Hymns and Psalms with SA Sup.
| 1983
| 50
| Methodist Hymn Book - Hymns
| 1954
| 904
| The Book of Common Praise - Revised
| 1938
| 328
| The Hymn Book of Angl & Unit Ch Canada
| 1971
| 162
| Together in Song: The Australian HB II
| 1999
| 441
| Trinity Hymnal
| 1961
| 272
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MUSIC
 Baptist Hymn Book
| 121
| G
| Hymns of Faith
| 436
| G
| Methodist Hymn Book - Hymns
| 107
| G
| Methodist Hymn Book - Hymns
| 719
| G
| Believers Hymn Book
| 369
| G
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Alternate Tunes
| GLASGOW | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | Divine Companion 1756 Moore's Psalm-Singer's |
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| 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 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 judgments truth shall guide;
His scepter shall protect the just,
And quell the sinner’s pride.
5. No strife shall vex Messiah’s reign
Or mar the peaceful years;
To plowshares soon
they beat their swords
To pruning hooks their spears.
6. No longer hosts
encountering hosts,
Their millions slain deplore;
They hang the trumpets 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.
8. **alt verses
9. No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds
disturb those peaceful years;
To ploughshares men
shall beat their swords,
to pruning-hooks their spears.
10. No longer hosts encount’ring hosts
shall crowds of slain deplore:
They hang the trumpet in the hall,
and study war no more.
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