Lord Jesus, on the Holy Mount

Lord Je­sus

on the ho­ly mount

We would ab­ide with Thee

Still drink­ing from the bless­èd fount

Of grace

so rich and free.

There pro­phets praise Thy glo­ri­ous name

And deeds which Thou hast done;

And there the Fa­ther’s words pro­claim

His own be­lov­èd Son.

The rays of Thy trans­fig­ured face

Beam with such gold­en light

That we would nev­er leave the place

Nor lose the heav’n­ly sight.

But there is work on earth to do

The suf­fer­ing soul to heal;

The har­vest great

the la­bor­ers few

Thy king­dom to re­veal.

We may not lin­ger on the mount

Where bright Thy glo­ries shine;

We may not taste the sac­red fount

Of bless­ed­ness di­vine.

But let some beams of heav’n­ly light

Make bright our earth­ly way;

Then grant the bea­tif­ic sight

Of Heav’n and end­less day.