Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Retirement
Retirement.
I love to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.
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,
Where none but God can hear.
The penitential tear,
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 sighs and sorrows cast
On Him whom I adore.
And future good implore,
And all my sighs and sorrows cast
On Him whom I adore.
I love by Faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
Such prospects oft my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
Such prospects oft 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.
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.