All His Promises To Plead When None But God Is Near.

I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering 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 When none but God is near. 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 heaven; The prospect does my strength renew While here by tempests driven. Thus when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour And lead to endless day.