X:1
B:Patterson, D W, 1979, The Shaker Spiritual, Princeton University Press, New Jersey
Z:Daniel W Patterson
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
T:Mount Zion
C:Issachar Bates
Q:1/4=113    %Tempo
M:4/4     %Meter
L:1/8     %
K:C
(D3A,) |(A,3D) D2 C2 |D4 F2 G2 |A4 c2 A2 |
w:Come,_ let_ us a-rise, and go up to the
d2 F2 G2 (AB) |A4 A4 |F4 A4 |(GF) C2 D4 |
w:top of the mount_ Zi-on, and view her_ tow-ers;
(A,3C) D2 D2 |D2 C2 (DF3) |F2 G2 A4 |A2 d2 A2 G2 | F2 C2 D4 |
w:be-*hold her might-y walls_ and her bul-warks of ev-er-last-ing strength.
M:3/4     %Meter
L:1/8     %
A4 (GF) | [M:4/4][L:1/8] D2 D2 F2 G2 |A4 A4 |
w:Here we_ will ex-ult and sing, What
d2 C2 d2 A2 |F2 G2 A4 |A4 (cA) G2 |A4 (A3B) |
w:hill or moun-tain is like thee, what hill_ or moun-tain_
(AB) c2 d4 |(dc) (Ac) d2 c2 |d2 (ed) d4 |F4 D2 C2 |
w:is_ like thee, O_ thou_ ce-les-ti-al_ light! View from her
F2 G2 A4 |G4 A2 G2 |A4 A4 |F2 C2 D4 |
w:bril-liant tops the hills and moun-tains round a-bout
D4 F4 |C4 (D3G) |G2 A2 D4 |D4 |:
w:her, cov-er'd with_ de-so-la-tion
A4 |c2 A2 F2 G2 |A2 G2 A4 |
w:Re-turn, mine eyes, come home, come home;
[M:6/8][L:1/8] A3 (dc)A |(GHA)G (FD)C |D3 :|
w:once more_ ex-plore_ this ho-*ly hill.
|:(F2G) |A2 A A2 G |c2 d A2 A |d2 d c2 A |F2 G |[M:4/4][L:1/8]A6
w: This_ is the hill of God's a-bode, this is the hill of God's a-bode,
 d2 | A2 G2 F2 C2 |[M:2/4][L:1/16] D8 ::
w:his ev-er-last-ing throne.
M:6/8     %Meter
L:1/8     %
A3 |(GF) D D2 A, |(FE) D D2
w:No nox-*ious air can  reach_ me here,
F |G2 A c2 d |A2 G A3 |A3 (dc) A |
w:No sick-ness, pain nor death and fear. This is_ the
(dc) A F2 G |A3 G3 |A2 G A2 G |F2 D D3 :|
w:hill_ I will a-dore; I'll tar-ry here for ev-er-more.
W:Come,  let  us arise, and go up to the top of the mount Zion,
W:and view her  towers;
W:behold her mighty walls and her bulwarks of everlasting strength.
W:
W:Here we will exult and sing,
W:What hill or mountain is like thee,
W:what hill or mountain is  like thee,
W:O thou celestial light!
W:
W:View from her brilliant tops
W:the hills and mountains round about her,
W:cover'd with desolation
W:Return, mine eyes, come home, come home;
W:once more explore  this holy hill.
W:
W:This  is the hill of God's abode,
W:This is the hill of God's abode,
W:His everlasting throne.
W:
W:No noxious air can reach  me here,
W:No sickness, pain nor death and fear.
W:This is  the hill  I will adore;
W:I'll tarry here for evermore.