Author: Gerhard Tersteegen (1697-1769) Composer: Rowland Hugh Prichard, 1830 (1811-1887)
1. Come, my Friend and take me ’sunder, From all tumult make me free. Let me sit like Mary yonder In true solitude with Thee. Solitude and quietness Leads to everlasting rest.
2. Blest is He, who from connection With this turmoil here is free; In God’s Spirit seeks perfection With His own apart to be, Thinking of such works and deeds Which eternally he seeks.
3. Palms along the brooklet flourish Thus when we draw near to God; Pray’r and truth and love do cherish, And true worship is our lot. Mark, distraction ne’er will bring What in solitude we win.
4. What a lonely heart receiveth Of the blessings from above, When it all creation leaveth For our true Creator’s love! Thus will God protect and bless; E’en in suff’ring we’ll find rest.
5. Thou, O God, in lone seclusion Dwelledst in remotest past; Blest is he who in communion Lives with Thee while ages last. In sweet peace let me abide, Resting at my Saviour’s side.