Far from mortal cares retreating
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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:'T is the grace of pardon streamingFrom the portals of the skies.
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Who may 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 truth are ever flowingFrom the fountain of his throne.