And why are so seldom the meetings of prayer?
26. 8 & 7s. M. J. Taylor.
The Fount of Blessing.
1Far from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes, and vain desires,
Here our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
2From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming