We set out to Gethsemane that day,
We fell asleep while Christ went to pray,
We arose later that night wond’ring where we were,
Only to find a bright and shining light.
We’d seen His glory, His glory, His glory, His glory,
The Son of Man who came to show the Father,
To share His love, His peace, and His grace.
We’d seen His glory, His glory, His glory, His glory,
O, what a sight for us just to be there in that place;
We’d seen His glory, yes, we’d seen His glorious face.
We drew closer near to see that vision,
But the Master drew our attention;
We saw in His face a light divine,
That no sun could ever outshine.
We saw Moses and Elijah,
They were telling Him of things to come:
His death was the will of the Father –
The Father’s will had to be done.