And chase these shadowy forms no more;
Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.
2 O thou, great God, whose piercing eye
Distinctly marks each deep recess;
In these sequestered hours draw nigh,
And with thy presence fill the place.
3 Through all the windings of my heart,
My search let heavenly wisdom guide;
And still its radiant beams impart