’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.