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I LOVE TO STEAL AWHILE AWAY
Words: Phoebe H. Brown, 1818:
Music: “Wood­stock (Dut­ton),” De­o­da­tus Dut­ton, in Amer­i­can Psalm­o­dy, by De­o­da­tus Dut­ton and Elam Ives, Jr., 1829
I love to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of closing day
In humble, grateful, prayer.

I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On God, Whom I adore.

I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

Thus, when life’s toilsome day is o’er,
May its departing ray,
Be calm at this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.