Hymn 2:123 [Away From Every Mortal Care] by Isaac Watts

The benefit of public ordinances.

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

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.

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

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