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Return, my wandering heart, return,
And earth’s vain shadows chase no more
Seek out some solitude to mourn:
And thy forsaken God implore.
O Thou, great God! whose piercing eye
Distinctly marks each deep retreat,
In these sequester’d hours draw nigh,
And let me her thy presence meet,
Through all the windings of my heart,
my search let heavenly wisdom guide,
And still its sacred beams impart,
Till all be known and purified.
Then with the comforts of thy love
Vouchsafe mine inmost soul to cheer,
Till every grace combine to prove,
That Thou hast fixed thy dwelling there.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1829
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 4:4;
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