The Secret Place of Prayer

Alone with God

my Fa­ther

In the sec­ret place of pray­er

Not a thought

or wish

or pur­pose I with­hold;

I com­mune with Him most free­ly

And my in­most soul lay bare

And lin­ger till I feel His love en­fold.

’Tis a Beth­el sweet

wher­ev­er thus we meet

’Tis the very gate of Heav­en to my soul;

The face of Him who made my spir­it whole.

Alone with Christ

my Sav­ior

In the de­sert-place apart

There my wea­ry soul finds rest from cum­b’ring care

And I feel a twi­light still­ness

Fall up­on my trou­bled heart

As Je­sus gent­ly whis­pers to me there.

Alone with God

the Spir­it

Blessèd Pa­ra­clete di­vine

Who in my be­half for­ev­er in­ter­cedes;

It is He who keeps me walk­ing

Making Je­sus’ foot­steps mine

With all-suf­fi­cient grace to meet my needs.