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I: Far from the world, O Lord, I flee.
From strife and tumult far!
From scenes where Satan wages still / His most successful war.
II: The calm retreat, the silent shade, / With pray'r and praise agree; / And seem by thy sweet bounty made / For those who follow thee.
III: There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, / And grace her mean abode, / Oh with what peace and joy and love / She communes with her God!
IV: There like the nightingale she pours / Her solitary lays; / Nor asks a witness of her song, / Nor thirsts for human praise.
V: Author and Guardian of my life, / Sweet source of light divine, / And (all harmonious names in one)
My Saviour, thou art mine!
VI: What thanks I owe thee, and what love, / A boundless, endless store, / Shall echo through the realms above / When time shall be no more.