All heav'n breaks loose on Tabor's brow
before their startled eyes
when Peter, James, and John awake
to stare in mute surprise
as Moses and Elijah meet
with Jesus on that peak
and of his coming exodus
in solemn counsel speak.
Too wonder-filled to hold his tongue,
brash Peter shouts a plan:
"Here let us build three splendid tents,
one tent for each blest man."
Then round them wraps a brilliant cloud
that makes all else grow dim,
and from the cloud a voice declares:
"This is my Son; hear him."
Down from that mountain-top of joy
their Teacher shepherds them
and shows them how the path of need
leads to Jerusalem;
so guide us, Savior, from this time
of gathered praise, this feast,
into the world, where you still live
among the last and least.