Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing thro' the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!
Rev. W.W. Walford, 1846.
388 Brown. C.M.
(776) Secret Prayer.
I love to steal awhile away