The prophets had foretold, His coming Incarnation; The Word would make our flesh, His only habitation.
“The Body of our Lord”
A Transfiguration Hymn
The Body of our Lord,
In his transfiguration,
Shone brightly as the sun,
In full illumination.
In nature one with God,
The Son partakes in love,
Of human flesh that we,
Partake of God above.
The prophets had foretold,
His coming Incarnation;
The Word would make our flesh,
His only habitation.
Now what their mouths foretold,
Elijah, Moses, see —
The Son of God made man,
That we God’s sons might be.
God’s glory in a cloud,
Once filled the Tent of Meeting;
The God enshrined therein,
All Israel was entreating.
But now the Father’s cloud,
Has filled a human tent —
His own beloved Son,
The Glory whom he sent.
The Body of God’s Son,
Transfigured on the mountain,
Now clothes the child of God,
Adopted in the Fountain.
When earth’s dark grave we leave,
Transfigured we will be;
Christ’s glory we will share,
Through all eternity.
Tune: Was Frag Ich Nach Der Welt
67 67 66 66
“No Pillared Flame, No Storm-Clad King”
A Transfiguration Hymn
No pillared Flame, no storm-clad King
No Lord around whom seraphs sing,
But God made flesh and flesh made God,
Transfigured Savior, Thee we laud.
In naked fear we trembling stand,
A sin-cloaked, dark-souled, outcast band.
Clothe us in blood-washed robes of white,
Suffused with Thine own healing light.
No temple veiled for favored few,
Is He the Word made Man for you:
His heart the Father’s holy place,
The mercy seat of cleansing grace.
“This is My Son!” the Lord avowed,
In lowly stream and mountain cloud,
That we baptized in Jesus’ name,
Here and above, His love proclaim.
Though sickness vex, addictions rage,
Though ills untold our deaths presage,
Transfigured life in Christ we bear,
By grace we all His nature share.
Tune: Puer Nobis
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