1 How good, Lord, to be here!
Your glory fills the night;
Your face and garments, like the sun,
Shine with unborrowed light.
2 How good, Lord, to be here!
Your beauty to behold
Where Moses and Elijah stand,
Your messengers of old.
3 Fulfiller of the past
And hope of things to be,
We hail your body glorified
And our redemption see.
4 Before we taste of death,
We see your kingdom come;
We long to hold the vision bright
And make this hill our home.
5 How good, Lord, to be here!
Yet we may not remain;
But since you bid us leave the mount,
Come with us to the plain.
