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Behold, the mountain of the Lord
in latter days shall rise,
on mountain-tops, above the hills,
and draw the wondering eyes.
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.
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.
Among the nations he shall judge;
his judgments truth shall guide;
his scepter shall protect the just,
and quell the sinner's pride.
No strife shall vex Messiah's reign
or mar the peaceful years;
to plowshares men shall beat their swords,
to pruning-hooks their spears.
No longer hosts, encountering hosts,
shall crowds of slain deplore;
they hang the trumpet in the hall,
and study war no more.
Come then, O come, from every land
to worship at his shrine;
and, walking in the light of God,
with holy beauties shine.
Scottish Translations and Paraphrases, 1745, altered by Michael Bruce (1746-1767)