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.
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