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?