In days of old on Sinai
The Lord almighty came
In majesty of terror,
In thunder-cloud and flame:
On Tabor, with the glory
Of sunniest light for vest,
The excellence of beauty
In Jesus was exprest.

All light created paled there,
And did him worship meet;
The sun itself adored him,
And bowed before his feet;
While Moses and Elijah,
Upon the holy mount,
The co-eternal glory
Of Christ our God recount.

O holy, wondrous vision!
But O when, this life past,
The beauty of mount Tabor
Shall end in heaven at last!
But O when all the glory
Of uncreated light
Shall be the promised guerdon
Of them that win the fight!


St. Cosmas
tr. J. M. Neale