Our Savior Christ once knelt in prayer with none but three disciples there, upon a lonely mountain high beneath a blue expanse of sky -- below them, far as eye could see, the little hills of Galilee. There as He prays, a radiance bright transfigures all His form to light; His robe in dazzling splendor shows a purer white than sunlit snows, while on His countenance divine transcendent glories burn and shine. So for a moment stands revealed what human form and flesh concealed; while Moses and Elijah share in earth and heaven mingled there, with Him whom prophecy foresaw, the true fulfiller of the Law. The shadowed summit, wrapped in cloud, sounds to a voice that echoes loud: "This is my true beloved Son. Listen to Him, my Chosen One." The glory fades; with all its pains the road to Calvary remains. Give to us, Lord, the eyes to see as saw those first disciples three: a teacher true, a friend indeed, the risen Savior sinners need, the Son whose praise eternal rings, the Lord of Lords and King of Kings!