1 With trembling awe the chosen three
The holy mount ascended,
Where, wrapped in blissful ecstacy,
They saw the vision splendid--
Their Lord arrayed in living light,
And on His left hand and His right,
By glorious saints attended.
2 O vision bright, too bright to tell,
The joys of heav'n unveiling!
How precious on those hearts it fell,
When earthly hopes were failing;
When, saints no more on either side,
Between the thieves the Savior died
'Mid hate, and scorn, and railing!
3 Grant us, dear Lord, some vision brief
Of future triumph telling,
Gilding with hope our night of grief,
Our clouds of fear dispelling.
If the dim foretaste was so bright,
O what shall be the dazzling light
Of Thine eternal dwelling!
Source: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #225