1. 'Tis good, Lord, to be here, Thy glo- ry fills the night; Thy face and gar- ments, like the sun, Shine with un- bor- rowed light.

2. 'Tis good, Lord, to be here, Thy beau- ty to be- hold Where Mo- ses and El- i- jah stand, Thy mess- en- gers of old.

3. Ful- fill- er of the past, Pro- mise of things to be, We hail Thy bo- dy glor- i- fied And our re- demp- tion see.

4. Be- fore we taste of death, We see Thy King- dom come; We fain would hold the vi- sion bright And make this hill our home.

5. 'Tis good, Lord, to be here. Yet we may not re- main; But since Thou bidst us leave the mount, Come with us to the plain.