1 Away from earth my spirit turns,
Away from every transient good;
With strong desire my bosom burns,
To feast on heaven’s diviner food.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Then let me take thy gracious hand,
And walk beside thee onward still;
Till my glad feet shall safely stand,
For ever firm, on Zion’s hill.
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient and modern #980