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;
Oh, I love to greet, at the golden mercy seat,
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.