Behold the Mountain of the Lord

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Text: Michael Bruce | Tune: GLASGOW

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 Word that shines from Zion’s hill
Shall lighten every land;
Our Saviour-King shall teach His ways,
And countless hearts command.

Among the nations He shall judge,
And into Truth shall guide;
He many people shall rebuke,
And quell the sinner’s pride.

His subjects shall be filled with love
To harvest souls these years;
To ploughshares they shall beat their swords,
To pruning hooks their spears.

His own, among the nations set,
All racial hate disown,
And national pride subordinate
To serve the eternal throne.

O ‘House of Jacob’, called of God,
Elect from every land,
O come and walk in His great light,
Beneath His mighty hand.