O Wondrous Sight!

O won­drous sight! O vi­sion fair

[orig­in­al­ly

A type of those bright rays on high]

Of glo­ry that the church shall share

Which Christ up­on the mount­ain shows

Where bright­er than the sun He glows!

From age to age the tale de­clares

How with the three dis­ci­ples there

Where Mos­es and Eli­jah meet

The Lord holds con­verse high and sweet.

The law and pro­phets there have place

Two chos­en wit­ness­es of grace

The Fa­ther’s voice from out the cloud

Proclaims His on­ly Son aloud.

With shin­ing face and bright ar­ray

Christ deigns to ma­ni­fest that day

What glo­ry shall be theirs above

Who joy in God with per­fect love.

And faith­ful hearts are raised on high

By this great vi­sion’s mys­te­ry;

For which in joy­ful strains we raise

The voice of pray­er

the hymn of praise.

O Fa­ther

with the eter­nal Son

And Holy Spir­it

ev­er One

Vouchsafe to bring us by Thy grace

To see Thy glo­ry face to face.