All Alone - Sister Rosetta Tharpe

On mount olive’s sacred brow

Jesus spent the night in pray’r

He’s the pattern for us all, all alone

If we will only steal away

In some portion of the day

We will find it always pays to be 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

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 blessed

There are days I like to be all alone

That can never grace impart

To my weary, sin toasted heart

There are days I’d like to be all alone

There are days to feed and pray

For the pilgrim on the way

There are days I’d like to be with christ alone

We can tell him all our grief

He will give us quick relief

There are days I’d like to be all alone

There are days I’d like to be

All alone with christ my lord

Don’t you know I can tell him of my troubles all alone

There are days I’d like to be

All alone with christ my lord

Don’t you know I can tell him of my troubles all alone