1 O'er mountain tops the mount of God
In latter days shall rise—
Above the summits 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 say,
'And to his house we'll go.'
3 The beams which shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten ev'ry land;
The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs
Shall all the world command.
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