Lord, it is good for us to be

High 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.

Lord, it is good for us to be

Entranced, enwrapt, alone with thee;

And watch thy glistering 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.

Lord, it is good for us to be

Here 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!"

Amen.