| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | Of the Transfiguration of Our Lord | | Samuel Greg (1804–1877) |
| | | “STAY, Master, stay upon this heavenly hill; | |
| A little longer, let us linger still; | |
| With these two mighty ones of old beside, | |
| Near to the Awful Presence still abide; | |
| Before the throne of light we trembling stand, | 5 |
| And catch a glimpse into the spirit-land. | |
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| Stay, Master, stay! we breathe a purer air. | |
| This life is not the life that waits us there: | |
| Thoughts, feelings, flashes, glimpses come and go; | |
| We cannot speak them—nay we do not know; | 10 |
| Wrapt in this cloud of light we seem to be | |
| The thing we fain would grow eternally. | |
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| “No!” saith the Lord, “the hour is past, we go; | |
| Our home, our life, our duties lie below. | |
| While here we kneel upon the mount of prayer, | 15 |
| The plough lies waiting in the furrow there: | |
| Here we sought God that we might know His will: | |
| There we must do it,—serve Him,—seek Him still.” | |
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| If man aspires to reach the throne of God, | |
| O’er the dull plains of earth must lie the road. | 20 |
| He who best does his lowly duty here, | |
| Shall mount the highest in a nobler sphere: | |
| At God’s own feet our spirits seek their rest, | |
| And he is nearest Him who serves him best.” | | | | |
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