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Alone with Jesus.
Over the hills and dales, Jesus, that I strolled in the long ago,
I am wandering once again my Lord, where dame nature's teaching glow;
And I pause by the way to whisper, Lord, to the blossoms sweet and fair,
A poor little faded sorrow, Lord, there's nobody else to care.
I am wandering once again my Lord, where dame nature's teaching glow;
And I pause by the way to whisper, Lord, to the blossoms sweet and fair,
A poor little faded sorrow, Lord, there's nobody else to care.
Springtime with all its joys, Jesus, is out on the old highway,
But the breezes sigh as they pass me by and over the meadows stray;
Mournfully sigh the breezes, Lord, as they pass me standing there,
By the pine tree row where the daises grow, and nobody for me cares.
But the breezes sigh as they pass me by and over the meadows stray;
Mournfully sigh the breezes, Lord, as they pass me standing there,
By the pine tree row where the daises grow, and nobody for me cares.
Standing alone with the trees, my Lord, I am lost in a pensive dream,
I am floating away through the happy day, when my youthful conscience gleam,
The conscience that shared my love for you, The conscience that smiled as fair,
As the promise true I was glad to view, with nobody else to care.
I am floating away through the happy day, when my youthful conscience gleam,
The conscience that shared my love for you, The conscience that smiled as fair,
As the promise true I was glad to view, with nobody else to care.
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Over the hills and dales, Jesus, in the shadowing cool of day,
Comes the echo low of long ago the tenderest things to say.
And I smile anew as the twilight comes to banish my long despair
With a thought of You that is sweet and pure and wonder if You will care.
Comes the echo low of long ago the tenderest things to say.
And I smile anew as the twilight comes to banish my long despair
With a thought of You that is sweet and pure and wonder if You will care.
Something speaks to me, Jesus, the breezes are singing low,
Something that thrills the conscience, Lord, and gives them a brighter glow;
Something that soothes the pinching pain I have patiently learned to wear,
Through the endless day on the sweet highway, it seems, Lord, that you are there.
Something that thrills the conscience, Lord, and gives them a brighter glow;
Something that soothes the pinching pain I have patiently learned to wear,
Through the endless day on the sweet highway, it seems, Lord, that you are there.
Then Jesus said “I'm with you now, and will be with you always,
We'll go together and make things better along the sweet highway,”
We strolled through the meadows together, the days seemed endless fair,
He told me of His home on high and the many mansions there.
We'll go together and make things better along the sweet highway,”
We strolled through the meadows together, the days seemed endless fair,
He told me of His home on high and the many mansions there.
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