Verse 1
Thy presence is the secret place,
To which, thou know’st, I fain would fly;
Bring me into that wilderness,
With thee alone to live and die:
From all the miseries I fear,
From all the miseries I feel,
From my own memory severe
Thou only canst my soul conceal.

Verse 2
Come, Lord, thy glorious face display,
This world of woe and sin t’ exclude,
Bear in thine hands my soul away,
Thyself my long-sought solitude:
I now into thy hands resign
My life to be conceal’d above,
As satisfied with light divine,
As quite absorb’d in heavenly love.