Far from the world, O Lord, I flee
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Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,From strife and tumult far;From scenes where Satan wages stillHis most successful war.
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The calm retreat, the silent shade,With prayer and praise agree,And seem by thy sweet bounty madeFor those who follow thee.
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There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,And grace her mean abode,O with what peace, and joy, and love,Does she commune with God!
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Author and Guardian of my life,Sweet Source of light divine,And all harmonious names in one,My Saviour! thou art mine!
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The thanks I owe thee, and the love,A boundless, endless store,Shall echo through the realms aboveWhen time shall be no more.