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 glorious harps and made heaven’s arches ring. {LS 67.2}

Vi gik alle ind under træet og satte os ned for at vende os mod stedets herlighed, hvor brødrene Fitch og Stockman, som havde forkyndt evangeliet om riget og som Gud havde lagt i graven for at vinde dem, kom op til os og spurgte os hvad vi havde gennemgået medens de sov. Vi prøvede at genkalde de største prøvelser, men de så ud til at være så små sammenlignet med den langt mere betydelige og evige vægt af herlighed der omgav os, at vi ikke kunne sige det og vi råbte alle, "Halleluja! Himlen er god nok," og vi stemte vore herlige harper og gav himlens hvælving genklang.