O Master, it is good 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.