On Tabor's top the Savior stands

On Tabor's top the Savior stands;
His altered face resplendent shines,
And while he elevates his hands,
Lo, glory marks its gentle lines!

Two heavenly forms descend to wait
Upon their suffering Prince below:
But while they worship at his feet,
They talk of fast approaching wo.

Amid the lustre of the scene,
To Calvary he turns his eyes,
And, with submission all serene,
He marks the future tempest rise.

Then let us climb the mount of prayer,
Where all his beaming glories shine
And, gazing on his brightness there,
Our woes forget in joys divine.

O that on yonder heavenly hills,
Where now the risen Savior stands,
And peace, like softest dew, distils,
I, too, may elevate my hands.