Away from Earth My Spirit Turns

Away from earth my spir­it turns—

Away from ev­ery tran­si­ent good;

With strong de­sire my bo­som burns

To feast on Heav’n’s di­vin­er food.

Thou Sav­ior

art the liv­ing bread

Thou wilt my ev­ery want sup­ply;

By Thee sus­tained

and cheered

and led

I’ll press thro’ dan­gers to the sky.

What tho’ temp­ta­tions oft dis­tress

And sin as­sails and breaks my peace;

Thou wilt up­hold

and save

and bless

And bid the storms of pass­ion cease.

Then let me take Thy gra­cious hand

And walk be­side Thee on­ward still;

Till my glad feet shall safe­ly stand

Forever firm

on Zi­on’s hill.