Far from Mortal Cares Retreating

Far from mor­tal cares re­treat­ing

Sordid hopes and fond de­sires

Here

our will­ing foot­steps meet­ing

Every heart to Heav’n as­pires.

From the fount of glo­ry beam­ing

Light ce­les­tial cheers our eyes;

Mercy from above pro­claim­ing

Peace and par­don in the skies.

Who may share this great sal­va­tion?

Every pure and hum­ble mind;

Every kin­dred

tongue and na­tion

From the dross of guilt re­fined:

Blessings all around be­stowing

God with­holds His care from none;

Grace and mer­cy ev­er flow­ing

From the fount­ain of His throne.

Every stain of guilt ab­hor­ring

Firm and bold in vir­tue’s cause

Still Thy pro­vi­dence ador­ing

Faithful sub­jects to Thy laws.

Lord! with fa­vor still at­tend us

Bless us with Thy won­drous love;

Thou

our sun and shield

de­fend us:

All our hope is from above.