Away From Earth My Spirit Turns

Away From Earth My Spirit Turns-
Away From Every Transient Good;
With Strong Desire My Bosom Burns
To Feast On Heaven’s Diviner Food.

Thou Saviour, Art The Living Bread,
Thou Wilt My Every Want Supply;
By Thee Sustained, And Cheered, And Led,
I’ll Press Through Dangers To The Sky.

What Though Temptations Oft Distress,
And Sin Assails And Breaks My Peace;
Thou Wilt Uphold, And Save, And Bless,
And Bid The Storms Of Passion Cease.

Then Let Me Take Thy Gracious Hand,
And Walk Beside Thee Onward Still;
Till My Glad Feet Shall Safely Stand,
Forever Firm, On Zion’s Hill.