All Alone (Byrd)

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 to fast and pray

For the pil­grim 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.

When a heart is brok­en up

With the bit­ter

woe­ful cup

Then’s the time to go to Christ all alone;

In our bless­èd Lord di­vine

There is peace and joy sub­lime

When we take our sor­rows all to Him alone.