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.