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.

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.

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 cheering word;
We gird the Gospel armor on
To fight the battles of the Lord.

5 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.

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.