He took Peter and John and James, and went up into a mountain to pray. And as He prayed, the fashion of His countenance was altered, and His raiment was white and glistening. Luke 9:28–29
Words: Allen W. Chatfield, 1874. This hymn was written
whilst journeying to, and attending at the Assize Court at Shrewsbury.
If you know where to get a good photo of Chatfield or Casson (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
For ever we would gaze on Thee,
O Lord, upon the Mount;
With Moses and Elias see
That light from light’s own fount;
For ever with the chosen three
Would stand upon that height,
And in that blessèd company
Be plunged in pure delight.
For ever would we train the ear
To that celestial Voice;
In Thee, the Son of God, so near
For evermore rejoice.
Here would we pitch our constant tent,
For ever here abide;
And dwell in peace and full content,
Dear Master, at Thy side.
But no! not yet to man ’tis given
To rest upon that height;
’Tis but a passing glimpse of Heav’n;
We must descend and fight.
Beneath the mount is toil and pain;
O Christ, Thy strength impart;
Till we, transfigured, too, shall reign
For ever where Thou art.