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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain