"The appearance of His face changed, and His clothes became bright as a flash of lightning." Luke 9:29-31
Words: Frederick Lucian Hosmer, 1885.
Music: "Oneonta," Walter Henry Hall, 1918
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Words: Frederick Lucian Hosmer, 1885.
Music: "Oneonta," Walter Henry Hall, 1918
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Not always on the mount may we
Rapt in the heav'nly vision be:
The shores of thought and feeling know
The Spirit's tidal ebb and flow.
"Lord it is good abiding here,"
We cry, the heav'nly presence near:
The vision vanishes, our eyes
Are lifted into vacant skies.
Yet hath one such exalted hour
Upon the soul redeeming power,
And its strength, through after days,
We travel our appointed ways,
Till all the lowly vale grows bright,
Transfigured in remembered light,
And in untiring souls we bear
The freshness of the upper air.
The mount for vision: but below
The paths of daily duty go,
And nobler life therein shall own
The pattern on the mountain shown.
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