In Days of Old on Sinai

In days of old on Si­nai

The Lord Al­migh­ty came

In ma­jes­ty of ter­ror

In thun­der cloud and flame:

On Ta­bor

with the glo­ry

Of sun­ni­est light for vest

The ex­cel­lence of beau­ty

In Je­sus was ex­pressed.

All light cre­at­ed paled there

And did Him wor­ship meet;

The sun it­self ad­ored Him

And bowed be­fore His feet;

While Mos­es and Eli­as

Upon the ho­ly mount

The co-eter­nal glo­ry

Of Christ our God re­count.

O ho­ly

won­drous vi­sion!

But what when

this life past

The beau­ty of Mount Ta­bor

Shall end in Heav’n at last?

But what when all the glo­ry

Of un­cre­at­ed light

Shall be the pro­mised guer­don

Of them that win the fight?