G. B. Bubier

C.M.

I WOULD commune with Thee, my God;

E’en to Thy seat I come;

I leave my joys, I leave my sins,

And seek in Thee my home.

2

I stand upon the mount of God,

With sunlight in my soul;

I see the storms in vales beneath,

I hear the thunder’s roll.

3

But I am calm with Thee, my God,

Beneath these glorious skies;

And to the height on which I stand

Nor storms nor clouds can rise.

4

Oh! this is life! oh, this is joy,

My God, to find Thee so;

Thy face to see, Thy voice to hear,

And all Thy love to know!