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45. Far from the world, O Lord, I flee

Hymn 45

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes, where Satan wages still, His most successful war.

The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem, by thy sweet bounty made, For those who follow thee.

There if thy Spirit touch the soul, And her mean abode; Oh with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God!

There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays, Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.

Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet source of light divine; And (all harmonious names in one) My Savior, thou art mine!

What thanks I owe thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store; Shall echo through the realms above, When time shall be no more.