Mrs. Brown

C.M.

I LOVE to steal awhile away

From every cumbering care,

And spend the hours of setting day

In humble, grateful prayer.

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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.

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Thus, when life’s toilsome day is o’er,

May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,

And lead to endless day.