We all went under the tree, and sat down to look at the glory of the place, when Brethren Fitch and Stockman, who had preached the gospel of the kingdom, and whom God had laid in the grave to save them, came up to us, and asked us what we had passed through while they were sleeping. We tried to call up our greatest trials, but they looked so small compared with the far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory that surrounded us, that we could not speak them out, and we all cried out, “Alleluia! Heaven is cheap enough,” and we touched our golden harps and made heaven’s arches ring. {1T 61.2}

Vi gik alle ind under træet og satte os ned for at se på stedets herlighed, da brødrene Fitch og Stockman, som havde forkyndt evangeliet om riget, og som Gud havde lagt i graven for at frelse dem, kom op til os og spurgte os, hvad vi havde oplevet, mens de sov. Vi prøvede at genkalde vore største prøvelser, men de forekom os så små sammenlignet med den langt større og evige vægt af herlighed, der omgav os, at vi ikke kunne tale om dem, og vi råbte alle: "Halleluja! Himlen er billig nok," og vi slog vore guld harper an og bragte himmelens hvælvinger til at genlyde af klang.