With Trembling Awe the Chosen Three

Verse 1

With trembling awe the chosen three The holy mount ascended, Where, wrapped in blissful ecstacy, They saw the vision splendid-- Their Lord arrayed in living light, And on His left hand and His right, By glorious saints attended.

Verse 2

O vision bright, too bright to tell, The joys of heav'n unveiling! How precious on those hearts it fell, When earthly hopes were failing; When, saints no more on either side, Between the thieves the Savior died 'Mid hate, and scorn, and railing!

Verse 3

Grant us, dear Lord, some vision brief Of future triumph telling, Gilding with hope our night of grief, Our clouds of fear dispelling. If the dim foretaste was so bright, O what shall be the dazzling light Of Thine eternal dwelling!