 The Transfiguration |
Quicunque Christum quæritis |
O YE who seek the Lord, |
Lift up your eyes on high,
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For there He doth the Sign accord
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Of His bright majesty.
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We see a dazzling sight |
That shall outlive all time,
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Older than depth or starry height,
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Limitless and sublime.
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‘Tis He for Israel’s fold |
And heathen tribes decreed,
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The King to Abraham pledged of old
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And his unfailing seed.
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Prophets foretold His birth, |
And witness’d when He came,
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The Father speaks to all the earth
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To hear, and own His name.
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To Jesus, who displays |
To babes His beaming face,
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Be, with the Father, endless praise,
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And with the Spirit of grace. Amen.
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A Matins Hymn
John Henry Newman
