Retirement and Meditation

Verse 1

Return, my roving heart, return, And life's vain shadows chase no more; Seek out some solitude to mourn, And thy forsaken God implore.

Verse 2

O thou great God! whose piercing eye Distinctly marks each deep retreat, In these sequestered hours draw nigh, And let me here thy presence meet.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Then let the visits of thy love My inmost soul be made to share, Till every grace combine to prove That God has fixed his dwelling there.