| O Master, it is good to beHigh on the mountain here with Thee,
 Where stand revealed to mortal gaze
 Those glorious saints of other days,
 Who once received on Horeb’s height
 Th’eternal laws of truth and right,
 Or caught the still small whisper, higher
 Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire.
 O Master, it is good to beWith Thee, and with Thy faithful three;
 Here, where the Apostle’s heart of rock
 Is nerved against temptation’s shock;
 Here, where the Son of Thunder learns
 The thought that breathes, and word that burns;
 Here, where on eagle wings we move
 With him whose last best creed is love.
 O Master, it is good to beEntranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee;
 And watch Thy glistening raiment glow
 Whiter than Hermon’s whitest snow;
 The human lineaments that shine
 Irradiant with a light divine;
 Till we too change from grace to grace,
 Gazing on that transfigured face.
 O Master, it is good to beHere on the holy mount with Thee;
 When darkling in the depths of night,
 When dazzled with excess of light,
 We bow before the heavenly voice
 That bids bewildered souls rejoice,
 Though love wax cold, and faith be dim,
 “This is My Son, O hear ye Him.”
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