John Brownlie (trans.) · 54 of 81

Far let me flee from worldly sin

πόῤῥω ἐκφευξώμεθα κόσμου, ἅπαν τὸ ἁμάρτημα.

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.