High above the desert floor, Up a steep and winding trail, Overlooking God's great work, That makes man's efforts pale. The painted rocks and sculpted stone, the lovely clefts and crags, Instill in me a great wonder, And shame all human brags.

High above the desert floor, Up a steep and winding trail, Overlooking God's great work, That makes man's efforts pale. The painted rocks and sculpted stone, the lovely clefts and crags, Instill in me a great wonder, And shame all human brags.