How sweet to leave the world awhile,
And seek the pre­sence of our Lord!
Dear Sav­ior, on Thy peo­ple smile,
And come ac­cord­ing to Thy Word.

From bu­sy scenes we now re­treat,
That may we here con­verse with Thee;
Ah, Lord, be­hold us at Thy feet!
Let this the gate of Hea­ven be.

Chief of ten thou­sand, now ap­pear,
That we by faith may see Thy face!
Oh speak, that we Thy voice may hear,
And let Thy pre­sence fill this place!

Lord, Thou hast cast a plea­sant lot
For those whom Thou hast called Thine own;
’Tis true the world es­teems them not,
But Thou wilt place them on Thy throne.

Then let the world­ling boast his joys!
We’ve meat to eat he knows not of;
We count his trea­sures worth­less toys,
While we pos­sess a Sav­ior’s love.

Lord, let Thy peo­ple’s views be clear,
And let their hearts be filled with love;
O may their light to all ap­pear,
And prove their doc­trine from above.