O for a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame,

A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

 

 

 

 

 

Where is the blessedness I knew

When first I saw the Lord?

Where is that soul-refreshing

view

Of Jesus and His word?

 

 

 

 

 

 

What peaceful hours I once

enjoyed!

How sweet their memory still!

But they have left an aching void

The world can never fill.

 

 

 

 

 

Return, O holy Dove! return,

Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,

And drove Thee from my breast.

 

 

 

 

 

The dearest idol I have known,

Whatever that idol be,

Help me to tear it from Thy throne,

And worship only Thee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So shall my walk be close with

God,

Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.