|Text:||How Good, Lord, to Be Here|
|Author:||Joseph A. Robinson, 1848-1933|
|Composer:||J. S. Bach, 1685-1750|
1 How good, Lord, to be here!
Your glory fills the night;
Your face and garments, like the sun,
Shine with unborrowed light.
2 How good, Lord, to be here
Your beauty to behold,
Where Moses and Elijah stand,
Your messengers of old.
3 Fulfiller of the past,
Promise of things to be,
We hail your body glorified
And our redemption see.
4 Before we taste of death,
We see your kingdom come;
We long to hold the vision bright
And make this hill our home.
5 How good, Lord, to be here!
Yet we may not remain;
But since you bid us leave the mount,
Come with us to the plain.
|First Line:||How good, Lord, to be here!|
|Title:||How Good, Lord, to Be Here|
|Author:||Joseph A. Robinson, 1848-1933 (alt.)|