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.
45.
Retirement. C.
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,
