1 As Jesus stood on Tabor's mound,
Celestial glory beam'd around,
And cloth'd the man, the God,
In lucid robes of spotless withe;
Whilst splendors of primeval light
Loos'd day's unbounded flood.

2 More pure than Salmons radiant snow:
His whit'ning garments radiant flow:
How chang'd his mortal form!
Thus breaks the sun all glorious forth,
And sev'n fold light revisits earth,
As dies away the storm.

3 Behold the man! what beauties shine!
'Tis where the Father beams divine
With light, and life, and grace:
Those glories which surround the God,
His mighty arm shall pour abroad,
On Adam's naked race.

4 Lord Jesus come! From Tabor's mound,
Light the whole earth with glory round:
Thyself, the life, display:
These bodies change to heav'nly forms:
O God! my soul, my spirit warms:
I pant, to see thy day.