Away from Every Mortal Care

Away from ev­ery mor­tal care

Away from earth

our souls re­treat;

We leave this worth­less world afar

And wait and wor­ship near Thy seat.

Lord

in the tem­ple of Thy grace

We see Thy feet

and we ad­ore;

We gaze up­on Thy love­ly face

And learn the won­ders of Thy pow­er.

While here our va­ri­ous wants we mourn

United groans as­cend on high;

And pray­er bears a quick re­turn

Of bless­ings in va­ri­ety.

If Sa­tan rage

and sin grow strong

Here we re­ceive some cheer­ing word;

We gird the Gos­pel ar­mor on

To fight the bat­tles of the Lord.

Or if our spir­it faints and dies

Our con­science galled with in­ward stings

Here doth the right­eous Sun arise

With heal­ing beams be­neath His wings.

Father! my soul would still ab­ide

Within Thy tem­ple

near Thy side;

But if my feet must hence de­part

Still keep Thy dwell­ing in my heart.