| On mount olive’s sacred brow
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| Jesus spent the night in pray’r
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| He’s the pattern for us all, all alone
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| If we will only steal away
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| In some portion of the day
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| We will find it always pays to be alone
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| There are days I’d like to be
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| All alone with christ my lord
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| I can tell him of my troubles all alone
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| There are days I’d like to be
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| All alone with christ my lord
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| I can tell him of my troubles all alone
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| There are days I’d like to be
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| With the sanctified and blessed
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| There are days I like to be all alone
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| That can never grace impart
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| To my weary, sin toasted heart
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| There are days I’d like to be all alone
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| There are days to feed and pray
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| For the pilgrim on the way
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| There are days I’d like to be with christ alone
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| We can tell him all our grief
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| He will give us quick relief
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| There are days I’d like to be all alone
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| There are days I’d like to be
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| All alone with christ my lord
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| Don’t you know I can tell him of my troubles all alone
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| There are days I’d like to be
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| All alone with christ my lord
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| Don’t you know I can tell him of my troubles all alone |