Master, it is good for us to be here.@Luke 9:33
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Philip Doddridge (1702–1751)

Phi­lip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Var­i­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton, 1755), num­ber 183: Christ’s trans­fig­ur­a­tion.

Ham­il­ton Mar­tin Ma­dan (1725–1790), in the Re­po­si­to­ry of Sac­red Mu­sic, Part Se­cond by John Wy­eth, 1813 (🔊 pdf nwc) (re­peats the last line of each verse).

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Martin Madan (1725–1790)

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.

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.

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.

On Tabor thus His servants viewed
His luster when transformed He stood;
And biding earthly scenes farewell,
Cried, Lord, ’tis pleasant here to dwell.

Yet still our elevated eyes
To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would we join,
Where all Thy saints around Thee shine.

That mount, how bright! Those forms, how fair!
’Tis good to dwell for ever there,
Come death, near envoy of my God,
And bear me to that blest abode.