1 Lord Jesus, on the holy mount
We would abide with Thee,
Still drinking from the blessed fount
Of grace, so rich and free.
2 There prophets praise Thy glorious Name,
And deeds which Thou hast done;
And there the Father's words proclaim
His own beloved Son.
3 The rays of Thy transfigured face
Beam with such golden light
That we would never leave the place,
Nor lose the heavenly sight.
4 But there is work on earth to do,
The suffering soul to heal;
The harvest great, the laborers few
Thy kingdom to reveal.
5 We may not linger on the mount,
Where bright Thy glories shine;
We may not taste the sacred fount
Of blessedness Divine.
6 But let some beams of heavenly light
Make bright our earthly way;
Then grant the beatific sight
Of heaven the endless day.
Amen.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895