Mrs. Brown
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.
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I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On Him whom I adore.
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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.