1 Lord Jesus, on the holy mount
We would abide with Thee,
Still drinking from the blessed fount
Of grace, so rich and free.

2 There prophets praise Thy glorious Name,
And deeds which Thou hast done;
And there the Father's words proclaim
His own beloved Son.

3 The rays of Thy transfigured face
Beam with such golden light
That we would never leave the place,
Nor lose the heavenly sight.

4 But there is work on earth to do,
The suffering souls to heal;
The harvest great, the laborers few
Thy kingdom to reveal.

5 We may not linger on the mount,
Where bright Thy glories shine;
We may not taste the sacred fount
Of blessedness divine.

6 But let some beams of heavenly light
Make bright our earthly way;
Then grant the beatific sight
Of heaven the endless day.

Amen.