Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

204 (C.M.) Phoebe Brown

I love to steal awhile away

From ev'ry cumb'ring care,

And spend the hours of setting day

In humble, grateful prayer.

I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear,

And all His promises to plead

Where none but God can hear.

I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore,

And all my cares and sorrows cast

On Him whom I adore.

I love by faith to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heav'n;

The prospect doth my strength renew

While here by tempest driv'n.

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

May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,

And lead to endless day.