On Tabor’s top the Savior stands
L. M.
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On Tabor's top the Savior stands;His altered face resplendent shines,And while he elevates his hands,Lo, glory marks its gentle lines!
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Two heavenly forms descend to waitUpon their suffering Prince below:But while they worship at his feet,They talk of fast approaching wo.
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Amid the lustre of the scene,To Calvary he turns his eyes,And, with submission all serene,He marks the future tempest rise.
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Then let us climb the mount of prayer,Where all his beaming glories shineAnd, gazing on his brightness there,Our woes forget in joys divine.
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O that on yonder heavenly hills,Where now the risen Savior stands,And peace, like softest dew, distils,I, too, may elevate my hands.