Return, my roving heart, return,
And chase these shadowy forms no more;
Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.

Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home;
Retired and silent, seek them there:
True conquest is ourselves t’o’ercome,
True strength to break the tempter’s snare.

And Thou, my God, whose piercing eye
Distinct surveys each deep recess,
In these abstracted hours draw nigh,
And with Thy presence fill the place.

Thro’ all the mazes of my heart,
My search let heav’nly wisdom guide,
And still its radiant beams impart,
Till all be searched, and purified.

Then with the visits of Thy love,
Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove
That God hath fixed His dwelling there.