Mark 9:2-13

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mar 9:7] I Love The Voice Divine

  I love the voice divine that speaks The words of life and peace, That bids the penitent rejoice, And sin and sorrow cease. No healing balm on earth like this, Can cheer the contrite heart; No flattering dreams of earthly bliss Such pure delight impart. How merciful and kind Thou art Thy goodness to reveal; Bind up, O Lord, the broken heart, The wounded spirit heal. Let Thy bright presence, Lord, restore Peace to the anxious breast; Conduct me in the path that leads To everlasting rest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal