II.CXXII | The Psalms of David#II.CXXIII | II.CXXIV |
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 | |
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First Line: | Away from ev'ry mortal Care |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1769 |
Topic: | Worship profitable; Benefit of Public Ordinances |