O Master, It Is Good to Be

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.

O Mas­ter

it is good to be

With 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 be

Entranced

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 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 heav’n­ly voice

That bids be­wil­dered souls re­joice

Though love wax cold

and faith be dim

This is My Son

O hear ye Him.