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 Yet still, O Lord, our waiting eyes
To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would be join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.
When at this distance, Lord, we trace. P. Doddridge. [Transfiguration.] This hymn is No. 90 in the D. MSS., but is undated. It was included, without alteration, in J. Orton's posthumous edition of Doddridge's Hymns, &c, 1755, No. 183, in 6 stanzas of 4 lines; and again, but with alterations, in J. D. Humphreys's edition of the same, 1839, No. 204. The original text is that in common use.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)