A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship ‎#251

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

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

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray'r and praise agree:
And seem by thy sweet bounty made,
For those who follow thee.

3 Then if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
Oh, with what peace and joy and love,
She does commune with God!

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

Text Information

• First Line: Far from the world, O Lord, I flee
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1845
• Topic: The Christain: His Duty and Graces; Prayer

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