�Tis good, Lord, to be
here,
Thy glory fills the
night;
Thy face and garments,
like the sun,
Shine with unborrowed
light.
�Tis good,
Lord, to be here,
Thy beauty to behold
Where Moses and Elijah
stand,
Thy messengers of old.
Fulfiller of the
past,
Promise of things to be,
We hail Thy body
glorified
And our redemption see.
Before we taste of
death,
We see Thy kingdom come;
We fain would hold the
vision bright
And make this hill our
home.
�Tis good, Lord, to
be here.
Yet we may not remain;
But since Thou bidst us
leave the mount,
Come with us to the
plain.