Communing with our Hearts. Psal. iv. 4

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.

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 it's radiant Beams impart, Till all be search'd, and purified.

Then with the Visits of thy Love Vouchsafe my inmost Soul to chear; Till ev'ry Grace shall join to prove That GOD hath fix'd his Dwelling there.