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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