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I

Far let me flee from worldly sin,

Nor look behind, but onward press;

Lest the deceit that lurks within,

Should link the soul to worldliness.

II

Ah! whither shall I flee, my God?

There is no refuge but in Thee,

And Thy command exceeding broad,

Condemns my soul's perversity.

III

But in Thy grace my troubled soul

Would find forgiveness freely given;

And in Thy Spirit's firm control,

A power to lift me nearer heaven.

IV

Thus shall I flee from worldly sin,

Nor look behind, but onward press,

And daily fight, and daily win

The rich reward of righteousness.