How sweet to leave the world awhile,

How sweet to leave the world awhile,
And seek the presence of the Lord!
Dear Saviour, on thy people smile,
And come according to thy word.

From busy scenes we now retreat,
That we may 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!
O speak, that we thy voice may hear,
And let thy presence fill this place.

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 Saviour's love.