1. 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. 2. When to the throne of grace I flee, He stands between God and me; Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, I feel Him working in my breast. 3. Lord, free me from this deadly foe, Which keeps my faith and hope so low; I long to dwell in heav'n my homem Where not one sinful though can come.