Yes, my God, I come before Thee,
Come Thou also down to me;
There we find Thee and adore Thee
There a heaven on earth must he.
To my heart, oh, enter Thou,
Let it be Thy temple now.
Here Thy praise is gladly chanted,
Here Thy seed is duly sown;
Let my soul, where it is planted,
Bring forth precious sheaves alone,
So that all I hear may be
Fruitful unto life in me.
Thou my faith increase and quicken,
Let me keep Thy gift divine
Howsoe'er temptations thicken;
May Thy word still o'er me shine.
As my pole-star through my life,
As my comfort in my strife.
Speak, O God, and I will hear Thee,
Let Thy will be done indeed;
May I undisturbed draw near Thee
While Thou dost Thy people feed;
Here of life the Fountain flows,
Here is balm for all our woes.
Omnipresence of God.
Above—below—where'er I gaze,
Thy guiding finger, Lord, I view,
Traced in the midnight planets' blaze,
Or glistening in the morning dew;
Whate'er is beautiful or fair,
Is but Thine own reflection there.
I hear Thee in the stormy wind,
That turns the ocean wave to foam;
Nor less Thy wondrous power I find,
When summer airs around me roam;
The tempest and the calm declare
Thyself, for Thou art everywhere.
I find Thee in the depth of night,
And read Thy Name in every star
