Away From Every Mortal Care

Verse 1

Away from every mortal care,
Away from earth our souls retreat;
We leave this worthless world afar,
And wait and worship near thy seat.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

While here our various wants we mourn,
United groans ascend on high,
And prayer bears a quick return
Of blessings in variety.

Verse 4

[If Satan rage and sin grow strong,
Here we receive some cheering word;
We gird the gospel armour on
To fight the battles of the Lord.

Verse 5

Or if our spirit faints and dies,
(Our conscience gall’d with inward stings)
Here doth the righteous sun arise
With healing beams beneath his wings.]

Verse 6

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.