154. The
Transfiguration—Matins
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Quicunque Christum quæritis. |
O YE who seek the Lord,
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Lift up your eyes on high, |
For there He doth the Sign accord |
Of His bright majesty. |
We see a dazzling sight
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That shall outlive all
time, |
Older than depth or starry height, |
Limitless and sublime. |
'Tis He for Israel's fold
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And heathen tribes
decreed, |
The King to Abraham pledged of old |
And his unfailing seed.
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Prophets foretold His birth,
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And witness'd when He came, |
The Father speaks to all the earth |
To hear, and own His name. |
To Jesus, who displays
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To babes His beaming face, |
Be, with the Father, endless praise, |
And with the Spirit of
grace. Amen. |