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Sometimes when I am all alone, / Away from noise and strife, / The many faults and weaknesses, / That rule my daily life / Seem to die out. And as I sit / From worldliness apart, / All that is good and pure obtains / The mastery of my heart.
And then my soul turns heavenward, / And I commune with God. / I long to tread the narrow path / That Christ before me trod. / I long to see his precious face -- / To go where angels go, / To leave the fleeting, fading things / That make up life below.
My soul expands with ecstasy, / My heart grows brave, and strong, / To meet whatever lies ahead -- / To battle down the wrong. / No sorrow can affright my soul, / No earthly ill, I fear, / While in that blessed trance I sit / And feel that God is near.
And then I mingle with the world. / And falter day by day, / Until at last I walk within / The olden, sinful way. / O, shall I even grow in grace, / O shall I ever be, / Ready to meet the judgment day -- / Fit for eternity?