Author: Theodore C. Pease Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16519 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Not long on Hermon’s holy height Lyrics:
1 Not long on Hermon’s holy height
The heav’nly vision fills our sight;
We may not breathe that purer air,
Nor build our tabernacles there.
2 The vision fades, the splendor dies;
The saints have sought again the skies;
The homely garb the Master wore
Is bright with sudden glow no more.
3 If with the Master we would go,
Our feet must thread the vale below,
Where dark the lonely pathways wind,
The golden glory left behind.
4 Where hungry souls ask One to feed,
Where wand’rers cry for One to lead,
Where helpless hearts in chains are bound—
There shall the Master still be found:
5 There, patient bending o’er His task,
No raiment white our eyes shall ask,
Content while through each cloud we trace
The glory of the Master’s face.
Languages: English Tune Title: HURSLEY
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