The Transfiguration⁠—Matins

O ye who seek the Lord,
  Lift up your eyes on high,
For there He doth the Sign accord
  Of His bright majesty.

We see a dazzling sight
  That shall outlive all time,
Older than depth or starry height,
  Limitless and sublime.

’Tis He for Israel’s fold
  And heathen tribes decreed,
The King to Abraham pledged of old
  And his unfailing seed.

Prophets foretold His birth,
  And witness’d when He came,
The Father speaks to all the earth
  To hear, and own His name.

To Jesus, who displays
  To babes His beaming face,
Be, with the Father, endless praise,
  And with the Spirit of grace. Amen.