p. 198 | Alone with God by C. A. Burt

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 17, 1863

Alone with God.

By C. A. Burt

THE following lines were suggested to my mind on returning to my quiet, secluded abode, after being absent a few days at work among the world.

An hour alone with thee, my God, Is to my weary soul most sweet, Where I can read thy holy word And worship at my Saviour's feet.

Awhile released from toil and care, I turn aside with Thee to rest; O Lord accept my humble prayer, And let me lean upon thy breast.

For I am weary of the world, Their modes and fashions, scorn and pride, And all their darts of malice hurled At those who in thy law abide.

But though I bear from day to day, Their scorn and pride aud malice too, I'll with my Saviour meekly pray, Forgive, they know not what they do.

Here in this peaceful, quiet, place, I love by faith the prize to see, And sing redeeming love and grace, That saved a rebel such as me.

Now I can feel my sins forgiven, My wounded spirit is made whole, My prospects brighten up for heaven And joy springs up within my soul.

One hour to me is far more dear, Thus spent in fellowship with God, Than days and months or many a year, With those who tread the downward road.

Lord I would ever prize the hour, When I cau hold communion sweet With thee, and though fierce tempests roar I'll sit composed at thy dear feet.

And then, wheu thou my Lord shalt come, And all my toils and strifes are o'er, O take me to thy peaceful home, Where I shall rest forevermore. C. A. BURT.