424. C. M. Mrs. Brown. Secret Prayer.
1 I love to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.
2 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.
3 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.
4 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.