Return, my roving heart, return
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Return, my roving heart, return,And life's vain shadows chase no more;Seek out some solitude to mourn,And thy forsaken God implore.
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O thou great God! whose piercing eyeDistinctly marks each deep retreat,In these sequestered hours draw nigh,And let me here thy presence meet.
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Through all the windings of my heart,My search let heavenly wisdom guide;And still its beams unerring dart,Till all be known and purified.
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Then let the visits of thy loveMy inmost soul be made to share,Till every grace combine to proveThat God has fixed his dwelling there.