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All Alone
On Mount Olive's sacred brow Jesus spent the night in prayer, He's the pattern for us all, all alone, If we'll only steal away, in some portion of the day, We will find it always pays to be alone.
There are days I'd like to be all alone with Christ my Lord, I can tell Him of my troubles all alone; There are days I'd like to be all alone with Christ my Lord, I can tell Him of my troubles all alone.
There are days I'd like to be with the sanctified and blest, There are days I like to be all alone, These can never grace impart, to my weary, sin-tossed heart, There are days I'd like to be just all alone.
There are days I'd like to be all alone with Christ my Lord, I can tell Him of my troubles all alone; There are days I'd like to be all alone with Christ my Lord, I can tell Him of my troubles all alone.
There are days to fast and pray for the pilgrims in his way, There are days to be with Christ all alone, We can tell Him all our grief, He will give us quick relief, There are days I'd like to be just all alone.
There are days I'd like to be all alone with Christ my Lord, I can tell Him of my troubles all alone; There are days I'd like to be all alone with Christ my Lord, I can tell Him of my troubles all alone.
Where a heart is broken up with the bitter, woeful cup, There's the time to go to Christ all alone, In our blessed Lord divine, there is peace and joy sublime, When we take our sorrows all to Him alone.
There are days I'd like to be all alone with Christ my Lord, I can tell Him of my troubles all alone; There are days I'd like to be all alone with Christ my Lord, I can tell Him of my troubles all alone.