Author: Doddridge Hymnal: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #XXIV (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns First Line: When at this distance, Lord, we trace Lyrics: 1 When at this distance, Lord, we trace
The various glories of thy face,
What transport pours o'er all our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest.
2 With thee in the obscurest cell
On some bleak mountain would I dwell,
Rather than pompous courts behold,
And share their grandeur and their gold.
3 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy!
Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the King of Glory shine;
And feel his love, and call him mine.
4 On Tabor, thus his servants view'd
His lustre, when transform'd he stood;
And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,
Cries, "Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell."
5 Yet still our elevated eyes
To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would we join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.
6 That mount how bright! those forms how fair!
'Tis good to dwell for ever there:
Come, Death, dear Envoy of my God,
And bear me to that blest abode. Topics: Son Scripture: Matthew 17:4 Languages: English
The Transfiguration