1 Retire, vain world, awhile retire,
And leave us with the Lord:
Thy gifts ne'er fill one just desire,
Nor lasting bliss afford.
2 Behold and pity from above
Our cold and languid frame;
Oh! shed abroad thy quick'ning love,
And we'll adore thy name.
3 Make known thy power, victorious King,
Subdue each stubborn will;
Then sovereign grace we'll join to sing
On Zion's sacred hill.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #851