1 Transfigured Christ, none comprehends
your majesty, whose splendour stuns
all waking souls; whose light transcends
the brightness of a thousand suns!

2 You stand with Moses on the hill,
you speak of your new exodus.
The way through death, you will fulfil
by dying helpless on the cross.

3 You stand here with Elijah too,
by whom the still small voice was heard:
and you, yourself, will prove God true,
made mute in death, incarnate Word.

4 If we could bear your brightness here
and stay for ever in your light,
then we would conquer grief and fear,
and scorn the terrors of the night.

5 But, from the heights, you bring us down,
to share earth's agonies with you,
where piercing thorns are made your crown
and death, accepted, proves love true.

6 Majestic Christ, God's well-loved son,
if we must share your grief and loss,
transfigure us, when all is done,
with glory shining from your cross.