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320 4 The soul, a dreary province once Of Satan's dark domain, Feels a new empire form d within, And owns a heav'nly reign.

5 The glorious orb, whose golden beams The fruitful year control, Since first, obedient to thy word, He started from the goal,

6 Has cheer d the nations with the joys His orient rays impart : But, Jesus, tis thy light alone Can shine upon the heart.

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 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 !

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

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

6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store,