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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.
’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 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.
’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.
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