Luke 9:28

• [Luk 9:28] Chosen Three, On Mountain Height, The

  The chosen three, on mountain height, While Jesus bowed in prayer, Beheld His vesture glow with light, His face shine wondrous fair. And lo! with the transfigured Lord, Leader and seer they saw; With Carmel’s hoary prophet stood The giver of the law. From the low bending cloud above, Whence radiant brightness shone, Spake out the Father’s voice of love, “Hear My belovèd Son!” Lord, lead us to the mountain height; To prayer’s transfiguring glow; And clothe us with the Spirit’s might For grander work below.

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• [Luk 9:28] For Ever Would We Gaze On Thee

  For ever we would gaze on Thee, O Lord, upon the Mount; With Moses and Elias see That light from Light’s own Fount; For ever with the chosen three Would stand upon that height, And in that blessèd company Be plunged in pure delight. For ever would we train the ear To that celestial Voice; In Thee, the Son of God, so near For evermore rejoice. Here would we pitch our constant tent, For ever here abide; And dwell in peace and full content, Dear Master, at Thy side. But no! not yet to man ’tis given To rest upon that height; ’Tis but a passing glimpse of Heav’n; We must descend and fight. Beneath the Mount is toil and pain; O Christ, Thy strength impart; Till we, transfigured, too, shall reign For ever where Thou art.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 9:28] Image Of That Heavenly Light, An

  An image of that heavenly light, The goal the Church keeps ay in sight, Christ on the holy mount displays Where He outshines the sun’s bright rays. Let every age proclaimer be How, on this day, the chosen three With Moses and Elias heard The Lord speak many a gracious word. As witnesses to grace are nigh Those twain, the Law and Prophecy; And to the Son, from out the cloud, The Father’s record thunders loud. With garments whiter than the snows, And shining face, Lord Jesus shows What glory for those saints shall be Who joy in God with piety. The vision and the mystery Make faithful hearts beat quick and high, So on this solemn day of days The cry goes up of prayer and praise. O God the Father, God the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One, Vouchsafe to bring us, by thy grace, To see thy glory face to face.

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Luke 12:27

• [Luk 12:27] Consider The Lilies

  Consider the lilies—how stately they grow! They toil not, they spin not, no seed do they sow; Yet they bloom all the summer, so shining and tall, The Father Who loves them takes thought for them all. Consider the ravens—who gives them their food? Who shelters their nest in the storm beaten wood? Who guides the young sparrow? who watches its fall? Their Father in Heaven takes heed for them all. Our Father in Heaven, Thy children on earth Than lilies or ravens Thou holdest more worth: O guide us and guard us, be near when we call, Uphold us, enfold us—we thank Thee for all!

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• [Luk 12:27] Long Ago The Lilies Faded

  Long ago the lilies faded Which to Jesus seemed so fair, But the love that bade them blossom Still is working everywhere. In the fields, and in the valleys, By the streams we love so well, There is greater glory blooming, Than the tongue of man can tell. Long ago in sacred silence Died the accents of His prayer; Still the souls that seek the Father Find His presence everywhere. Let us seek Him, still believing, He that worketh round us yet, Clothing lilies in the meadows, Will His children ne’er forget.

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• [Luk 12:27] We Thank Thee, O Our Father

  We thank Thee, O our Father, For all Thy loving care; We thank Thee that Thou madest The world so bright and fair. We thank Thee for the sunshine, And for the pleasant showers; And O, our God, we thank Thee, We thank Thee for the flowers. Out in the sunny meadows And in the woodlands cool, Upon the breezy hillside, And by each reedy pool, And in the quiet pasture, And by the broad highways, All pure, and fresh, and stainless, They spring up every day. And in the dusty city, Where busy crowds pass by, And where the tall dark houses Stand up and hide the sky; And where through lanes and alleys No pleasant breezes blow, Even there, O God, our Father, Thou mak’st the flowers grow. And whether in the city Or in the fields they dwell Always the same sweet message, The fair, sweet flowers tell. For they are all so wondrous, They show Thy power abroad; And they are all so beauteous, They tell Thy love, O God.

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  source: Cyberhymnal