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Matius 17:1-13

• [Mat 17:2] In Days Of Old On Sinai

  In days of old on Sinai The Lord Almighty came In majesty of terror, In thunder cloud and flame: On Tabor, with the glory Of sunniest light for vest, The excellence of beauty In Jesus was expressed. All light created paled there, And did Him worship meet; The sun itself adored Him, And bowed before His feet; While Moses and Elias, Upon the holy mount, The co-eternal glory Of Christ our God recount. O holy, wondrous vision! But what when, this life past, The beauty of Mount Tabor Shall end in Heav’n at last? But what when all the glory Of uncreated light Shall be the promised guerdon Of them that win the fight?

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• [Mat 17:4] Stay, Master, Stay Upon This Heavenly Hill

  Stay, Master, stay, upon this heavenly hill; A little longer, let us linger still; With all the mighty ones of old beside, Near to God’s holy presence still abide; Before the throne of light we trembling stand, And catch a glimpse into the spirit land. Stay, Master, stay! we breathe a purer air; This life is not the life that waits us there; Thoughts, feelings, flashes, glimpses come and go; We cannot speak them—nay, we do not know; Wrapped in this cloud of light we seem to be The thing we fain would grow—eternally. “No!” saith the Lord, “the hour is past,” we go; Our home, our life, our duties lie below. While here we kneel upon the mount of prayer, The plough lies waiting in the furrow there! Here we sought God that we might know His will; There we must do it, serve Him, seek Him still. If man aspires to reach the throne of God, O’er the dull plains of earth must lie the road; He who best does his lowly duty here, Shall mount the highest in a nobler sphere: At God’s own feet our spirits seek their rest, And he is dearest Him who serves Him best.

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• [Mat 17:8] Jesus Only

  What tho’ clouds are hov’ring o’er me, And I seem to walk alone— Longing ’mid my cares and crosses, For the joys that now are flown— If I’ve Jesus, “Jesus only,” Then my sky will have a gem; He’s a Sun of brightest splendor, And the Star of Bethlehem. What tho’ all my earthly journey Bringeth naught but weary hours, And, in grasping for life’s roses, Thorns I find instead of flow’rs— If I’ve Jesus, “Jesus only,” I possess a cluster rare; He’s the “Lily of the Valley,” And the “Rose of Sharon” fair. What tho’ all my heart is yearning For the loved of long ago— Bitter lessons, sadly learning From the shadowy page of woe— If I’ve Jesus, “Jesus only,” He’ll be with me to the end; And, unseen by mortal vision, Angel bands will o’er me bend. When I soar to realms of glory And an entrance I await, If I whisper, “Jesus only!” Wide will ope the pearly gate; When I join the heavenly chorus, And the angel hosts I see, Precious Jesus, “Jesus only,” Will my theme of rapture be.

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• [Mat 17:8] Jesus Only, Let Me See

  For salvation full and free, Purchased once on Calvary, Christ alone shall be my plea— Jesus! Jesus only. Refrain Jesus only, let me see, Jesus only, none save He, Then my song shall ever be— Jesus! Jesus only! He my Guide from day to day, As I journey on life’s way; Close beside Him let me stay— Jesus! Jesus only. Refrain May my model ever be Christ the Lord, and none save He, That the world may see in me Jesus! Jesus only. Refrain He shall reign from shore to shore, His the glory evermore— Heav’n and earth shall bow before Jesus! Jesus only. Refrain

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Markus 9:2-13

• [Mrk 9:5] Lord Jesus, On The Holy Mount

  Lord Jesus, on the holy mount We would abide with Thee, Still drinking from the blessèd fount Of grace, so rich and free. There prophets praise Thy glorious Name, And deeds which Thou hast done; And there the Father’s words proclaim His own belovèd Son. The rays of Thy transfigured face Beam with such golden light That we would never leave the place, Nor lose the heavenly sight. But there is work on earth to do, The suffering soul to heal; The harvest great, the laborers few Thy kingdom to reveal. We may not linger on the mount, Where bright Thy glories shine; We may not taste the sacred fount Of blessedness divine. But let some beams of heavenly light Make bright our earthly way; Then grant the beatific sight Of heaven and endless day.

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• [Mrk 9:7] I Love The Voice Divine

  I love the voice divine that speaks The words of life and peace, That bids the penitent rejoice, And sin and sorrow cease. No healing balm on earth like this, Can cheer the contrite heart; No flattering dreams of earthly bliss Such pure delight impart. How merciful and kind Thou art Thy goodness to reveal; Bind up, O Lord, the broken heart, The wounded spirit heal. Let Thy bright presence, Lord, restore Peace to the anxious breast; Conduct me in the path that leads To everlasting rest.

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