I Would Commune With Thee, My God
Even 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 !