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;
Retir’d and silent seek them there:
True conquest, is ourselves t’ o’ercome,
True strength, to break the tempter’s snare.
Thro’ all the mazes of my heart,
My search let heav’nly wisdom guide,
And still its radiant beams impart,
Till all be search’d and purified.
Then, with the visits of thy love,
Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till ev’ry grace shall join to prove,
That God hath fix’d his dwelling there.