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.