Far from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and vain desires;
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Ev’ry heart to heav’n aspires;
From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes;
Mercy from above proclaiming,
Peace and pardon from the skies.

Who may share this great salvation?
Ev’ry pure and humble mind;
Ev’ry kindred, tongue and nation,
From the stains of guilt refined;
Blessings all around bestowing,
He withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.

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