The Psalms of David ‎#II.CXXIII

II.CXXIII. Away from ev'ry mortal Care

1 Away from ev'ry mortal Care,
Away from Earth, our Souls retreat;
We leave this worthless World afar,
And wait and worship near thy Seat.

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 Pow'r.

3 While here our various Wants we mourn,
United Groans ascend on high;
And Prayer bears a quick Return
Of Blessings in Variety.

[4 If Satan rage, and Sin grow strong,
Here we receive some chearing Word;
We gird the Gospel Armour on
To fight the Battles of the Lord.

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.]

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.

Text Information

• First Line: Away from ev'ry mortal Care
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Worship profitable; Benefit of Public Ordinances

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