1 I love to steal awhile away
From ev'ry cumb'ring care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.
2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
And all His promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.
3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On Him whom I adore.
4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.
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First Line: | I love to steal awhile away |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Blessedness: of piety; Christians: their life and experience; Communion: With God |
Notes: | Author from index: Phoebe H. Brown |