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W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.

Hymn on the Transfiguration

Arthur Penrhyn Stanley (1815–1881)

“LORD it is good for us to be

High on the mountain here with Thee:”

Here in an ampler purer air,

Above the stir of toil and care,

Of hearts distraught with doubt and grief,

Believing in their unbelief,

Calling Thy servants all in vain

To ease them of their bitter pain.

“Lord it is good for us to be

Where rest the souls that talk with Thee;”

Where stand reveal’d to mortal gaze

The great old saints of other days,

Who once receiv’d on Horeb’s height

The eternal laws of truth and right;

Or caught the still small whisper, higher

Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire.

“Lord it is good for us to be

With Thee and with Thy faithful Three.”

Here where the apostle’s heart of rock

Is nerv’d against temptation’s shock;

Here where the Son of Thunder learns

“The thought that breathes, and word that burns;”

Here where on eagle’s wings we move

With him whose last best creed is Love.

“Lord it is good for us to be

Entranc’d, enwrapt, alone with Thee;”

Watching the glist’ning raiment glow,

Whiter than Hermon’s whitest snow;

The human lineaments that shine

Irradiant with a light Divine!

Till we too changed from grace to grace,

Gazing on that transfigured Face.

“Lord it is good for us to be

In life’s worst anguish close to Thee;”

Within the overshadowing cloud

Which wraps us in its awful shroud,

We wist not what to think or say—

Our spirits sink in sore dismay;

They tell us of the dread Decease,

But yet to linger here is peace.

“Lord it is good for us to be

Here on the Holy Mount with Thee;”

When darkling in the depths of night,

When dazzled with excess of light

We bow before the Heavenly Voice

That bids bewilder’d souls rejoice,

Though love wax cold and faith be dim—

“This is my Son—O hear ye Him.”