G. B. Bubier
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.
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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!