Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

58 (L.M.) Susannah Harrison

Oh, could I find some peaceful bow'r

Where sin hath neither place nor pow'r!

This traitor vile I fain would shun,

But can not from his presence run.

When to the throne of grace I flee,

He stands between my God and me;

Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,

I feel him working in my breast.

Lord, free me from this deadly foe,

Which keeps my faith and hope so low;

I long to dwell in heav'n my home

Where not one sinful thought can come.