The chosen three, on mountain height,While Jesus bowed in prayer,Beheld His vesture glow with light,His face shine wondrous fair.
And lo! with the transfigured Lord,Leader and seer they saw;With Carmel’s hoary prophet stoodThe giver of the law.
From the low bending cloud above,Whence radiant brightness shone,Spake out the Father’s voice of love,“Hear My belovèd Son!”
Lord, lead us to the mountain height;To prayer’s transfiguring glow;And clothe us with the Spirit’s mightFor grander work below.
For ever we would gaze on Thee,O Lord, upon the Mount;With Moses and Elias seeThat light from Light’s own Fount;
For ever with the chosen threeWould stand upon that height,And in that blessèd companyBe plunged in pure delight.
For ever would we train the earTo that celestial Voice;In Thee, the Son of God, so nearFor evermore rejoice.
Here would we pitch our constant tent,For ever here abide;And dwell in peace and full content,Dear Master, at Thy side.
But no! not yet to man ’tis givenTo rest upon that height;’Tis but a passing glimpse of Heav’n;We must descend and fight.
Beneath the Mount is toil and pain;O Christ, Thy strength impart;Till we, transfigured, too, shall reignFor ever where Thou art.
An image of that heavenly light,The goal the Church keeps ay in sight,Christ on the holy mount displaysWhere He outshines the sun’s bright rays.
Let every age proclaimer beHow, on this day, the chosen threeWith Moses and Elias heardThe Lord speak many a gracious word.
As witnesses to grace are nighThose twain, the Law and Prophecy;And to the Son, from out the cloud,The Father’s record thunders loud.
With garments whiter than the snows,And shining face, Lord Jesus showsWhat glory for those saints shall beWho joy in God with piety.
The vision and the mysteryMake faithful hearts beat quick and high,So on this solemn day of daysThe cry goes up of prayer and praise.
O God the Father, God the Son,And Holy Spirit, Three in One,Vouchsafe to bring us, by thy grace,To see thy glory face to face.
Not always on the mount may weRapt in the heav’nly vision be:The shores of thought and feeling knowThe Spirit’s tidal ebb and flow.
“Lord it is good abiding here,”We cry, the heav’nly presence near:The vision vanishes, our eyesAre lifted into vacant skies.
Yet hath one such exalted hourUpon the soul redeeming power,And its strength, through after days,We travel our appointed ways,
Till all the lowly vale grows bright,Transfigured in remembered light,And in untiring souls we bearThe freshness of the upper air.
The mount for vision: but belowThe paths of daily duty go,And nobler life therein shall ownThe pattern on the mountain shown.
O splendor of God’s glory bright,O Thou that bringest light from light;O Light of light, light’s living spring,O day, all days illumining.
O Thou true Sun, on us Thy glanceLet fall in royal radiance;The Spirit’s sanctifying beamUpon our earthly senses stream.
The Father, too, our prayers implore,Father of glory evermore;The Father of all grace and might,To banish sin from our delight.
To guide whate’er we nobly do,With love all envy to subdue;To make ill fortune turn to fair,And give us grace our wrongs to bear.
Our mind be in His keeping placedOur body true to Him and chaste,Where only faith her fire shall feed,To burn the tares of Satan’s seed.
And Christ to us for food shall be,From Him our drink that welleth free,The Spirit’s wine, that maketh whole,And, mocking not, exalts the soul.
Rejoicing may this day go hence;Like virgin dawn our innocence,Like fiery noon our faith appear,Nor known the gloom of twilight drear.
Morn in her rosy car is borne;Let Him come forth our perfect morn,The Word in God the Father one,The Father perfect in the Son.
All laud to God the Father be;All praise, eternal Son, to Thee;All glory, as is ever meet,To God the holy Paraclete.
O splendor of God’s glory bright,From light eternal bringing light,Thou Light of light, light’s living Spring,True Day, all days illumining.
Come, very Sun of Heaven’s love,In lasting radiance from above,And pour the Holy Spirit’s rayOn all we think or do today.
And now to Thee our pray’rs ascend,O Father glorious without end;We plead with Sovereign Grace for pow’rTo conquer in temptation’s hour.
Confirm our will to do the right,And keep our hearts from envy’s blight;Let faith her eager fires renew,And hate the false, and love the true.
O joyful be the passing dayWith thoughts as pure as morning’s ray,With faith like noontide shining bright,Our souls unshadowed by the night.
Dawn’s glory gilds the earth and skies,Let Him, our prefect Morn, arise,The Word in God the Father one,The Father imaged by the Son.
O Light of light, by love inclined,Jesu, Redeemer of mankind,With loving-kindness deign to hearFrom suppliant voices praise and prayer.
Thou who to raise our souls from hellDidst deign in fleshly form to dwell,Vouchsafe us, when our race is run,In Thy fair body to be one.
More bright by day Thy face did show,Thy raiment whiter than the snow,When on the mount to mortals blestMan’s Maker Thou was manifest.
Two prophets, that had faith to see,With Thine elect found company,Where unto each, divinely shown,The Godhead veiled in form was known.
The heavens above His glory named,The Father’s voice the Son proclaimed;To whom, the King of glory now,All faithful hearts adoring bow.
May all who seek Thy praise arightThrough purer lives show forth Thy light;So to the brightness of the skiesBy holy deeds our hearts shall rise.
Eternal God, to Thee we raise,The King of kings, our hymn of praise,Who Three in One and One in ThreeDoth live and reign eternally.
O wondrous sight! O vision fair[originally, A type of those bright rays on high]Of glory that the church shall share,Which Christ upon the mountain shows,Where brighter than the sun He glows!
From age to age the tale declaresHow with the three disciples thereWhere Moses and Elijah meet,The Lord holds converse high and sweet.
The law and prophets there have place,Two chosen witnesses of grace,The Father’s voice from out the cloudProclaims His only Son aloud.
With shining face and bright array,Christ deigns to manifest that dayWhat glory shall be theirs aboveWho joy in God with perfect love.
And faithful hearts are raised on highBy this great vision’s mystery;For which in joyful strains we raiseThe voice of prayer, the hymn of praise.
O Father, with the eternal Son,And Holy Spirit, ever One,Vouchsafe to bring us by Thy graceTo see Thy glory face to face.