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When at this distance Lord we trace The various




When at a distance, Lord, we trace
The various glories of thy face,
What transport pours o'er all our breast!
And charms our cares and woes to rest.


With thee in the obscurest cell,
On some bleak mountain would I dwell,
Rather than pompous courts behold,
And share their grandeur and their gold.


Away, ye dreams of mortal joy!
Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the king of glory shine;
And feel his love, and call him mine.


On Tabor thus, his servants viewed
His lustre, when transformed he stood;
And bidding earthly scenes farewell,
Cried, "Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell,"


Yet still our elevated eyes
To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would we join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.


That mount, how bright! those forms, how fair.
'Tis good to dwell for ever there!
Come death, dear envoy of my God,
And bear me to that blest abode.


---Alternative verses---


When at this distance, Lord, we trace
The various glories of thy face,
What transport pours o'er all our breast!
And charms our cares and woes to rest.


Away, ye dreams of mortal joy!
Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the king of glory shine;
I feel his love, and call him mine.


Yet still, O Lord, my waiting eyes
To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would I join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1755
      Bible Refs: Mt 17:1-6; Lk 9:28-36; Lk 9:33;
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      Name: DUKE STREET
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1793
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