Scripture Verse

He went up the mountain by Himself to pray. Matthew 14:23


William Cowper (1731–1800)

Words: Will­iam Cow­per, prob­ab­ly 1765.

Music: Metz­ler’s Red­head Ri­chard Red­head, in An­cient Hymn Me­lo­dies and Oth­er Church Tunes, 1859 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Richard Redhead (1820–1901)


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 grace her mean abode,
O 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!