A HYMN FOR THE 2nd SUNDAY IN LENT
'Tis good, Lord, to be
here,
Thy glory fills the
nights;
Thy face and garments,
like the sun,
Shine with unborrowed
light.
'Tis good, Lord, to be
here,
Thy beauty to behold,
Where Moses and Elijah
stand,
Thy messengers of old.
Fulfiller of the past,
Promise of things to be,
We hail thy body
glorified,
And our redemption see.
Before we taste of death,
We see thy kingdom come;
We fain would hold the
vision bright,
And make this hill our
home.
‘Tis good, Lord, to be
here,
Yet we may not remain;
But since thou bidst us
leave the mount,
Come with us to the
plain.
By J. Armitage Robinson, 1890
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