Retirement
Olney Hymns, William Cowper, from Cowper's Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, The calm retreat, the silent shade, There if Thy Spirit touch the soul, There like the nightingale she pours Author and Guardian of my life, What thanks I owe Thee, and what love,From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem, by Thy sweet bounty made,
For those who follow Thee.
And grace her mean abode,
Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
Sweet source of light Divine,
And,&md;all harmonious names in one,&md;
My Saviour! Thou art mine!
A boundless, endless store,
Shall echo through the realms above,
