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Mark 9:5-6

• [Mar 9:5] Lord Jesus, On The Holy Mount

  Lord Jesus, on the holy mount We would abide with Thee, Still drinking from the blessèd fount Of grace, so rich and free. There prophets praise Thy glorious Name, And deeds which Thou hast done; And there the Father’s words proclaim His own belovèd Son. The rays of Thy transfigured face Beam with such golden light That we would never leave the place, Nor lose the heavenly sight. But there is work on earth to do, The suffering soul to heal; The harvest great, the laborers few Thy kingdom to reveal. We may not linger on the mount, Where bright Thy glories shine; We may not taste the sacred fount Of blessedness divine. But let some beams of heavenly light Make bright our earthly way; Then grant the beatific sight Of heaven and endless day.

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Luke 9:33

• [Luk 9:33] O Master, It Is Good To Be

  O Master, it is good to be High on the mountain here with Thee, Where stand revealed to mortal gaze Those glorious saints of other days, Who once received on Horeb’s height Th’eternal laws of truth and right, Or caught the still small whisper, higher Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. O Master, it is good to be With Thee, and with Thy faithful three; Here, where the Apostle’s heart of rock Is nerved against temptation’s shock; Here, where the Son of Thunder learns The thought that breathes, and word that burns; Here, where on eagle wings we move With him whose last best creed is love. O Master, it is good to be Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee; And watch Thy glistening raiment glow Whiter than Hermon’s whitest snow; The human lineaments that shine Irradiant with a light divine; Till we too change from grace to grace, Gazing on that transfigured face. O Master, it is good to be Here on the holy mount with Thee; When darkling in the depths of night, When dazzled with excess of light, We bow before the heavenly voice That bids bewildered souls rejoice, Though love wax cold, and faith be dim, “This is My Son, O hear ye Him.”

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• [Luk 9:33] ’tis Good, Lord, To Be Here

  ’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.

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• [Luk 9:33] When At This Distance, Lord, We Trace

  When at this distance, Lord, we trace The various glories of Thy face, What transport pours o’er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest, And charms our cares and woes to rest. With Thee in the obscurest cell, On some bleak mountain would I dwell, Rather than pompous courts behold, And share their grandeur and their gold, And share their grandeur and their gold. Away, ye dreams of mortal joy— Raptures divine my thoughts employ; I see the King of glory shine, And feel His love and call Him mine, And feel His love and call Him mine. On Tabor thus His servants viewed His luster when transformed He stood; And biding earthly scenes farewell, Cried, “Lord, ’tis pleasant here to dwell,” Cried, “Lord, ’tis pleasant here to dwell.”

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• [Luk 9:33] Where Jesus Is, ’tis Heaven

  Since Christ my soul from sin set free, This world has been a Heav’n to me; And ’mid earth’s sorrows and its woe, ’Tis Heav’n my Jesus here to know. Refrain O hallelujah, yes, ’tis Heav’n, ’Tis Heav’n to know my sins forgiv’n, On land or sea, what matters where? Where Jesus is, ’tis Heaven there. Once Heaven seemed a far off place, Till Jesus showed His smiling face; Now it’s begun within my soul, ’Twill last while endless ages roll. Refrain What matters where on earth we dwell? On mountain top, or in the dell, In cottage, or a mansion fair, Where Jesus is, ’tis Heaven there. Refrain

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