I Will Commune With Thee My God

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.

I stand upon the mount of God, With sunlight in my soul; I hear the storms in vales beneath, I hear the thunders roll;

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.

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!