| First Line: | Far from our mortal cares retreating |
| Composer: | R. W. Thompson |
| Meter: | 8s & 7s |
| Printable Page Scan: | [Gif 73k] [Wide Gif 73k] |
1. Far from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and vain desires,
Here our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming,
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2. Who shall share this great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind,
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the stains of guilt refined.
Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none,
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.