|Composer:||John Goss (1871)|
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See amid the winter's snow,
Born for us on earth below,
See, the gentle Lamb appears,
Promised from eternal years.
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
The eternal laws of truth and right;
Or caught the still small whisper, higher
Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire.