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!