On the Transfiguration of our Lord
When glory crowned the mountain top,
And Christ was decked in garments fair,
The prophets of the Lord appeared,
And talked with the Redeemer there.
"Let us make this our dwelling place,"
'Twas thus His followers made request;
"For it is good to linger here,
And they who dwell with Thee are blest."
Then from a cloud a voice was heard,
While each in terror held his breath,--
"This is My well-beloved Son,
Hear ye what the Beloved saith."
O Jesus, when Thy glory gilds
The mount of God on which we meet,
May we the voice from heaven discern,
And bow expectant at Thy feet.
Hymns of the Russian Church, On the Transfiguration of our Lord