Return, My Roving Heart, Return

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.