Meditation

I love to steal a while away, From ev' ry cumb' ring care, And spend the hours of closing day, And spend the hours of closing day, In humble, grateful prayer.

I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all his promises to plead, 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, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore.

I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes beyond; The prospect doth my strength renew, The prospect doth my strength renew, And hence my songs abound.

Soon shall earth' s days of toil be o' er, Its darkness passed away; Its storms and trials but prepare, Its storms and trials but prepare, And lead to endless day.