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!
2
Return,
O holy Dove, return,
Sweet
messenger of rest!
I
hate the sins that made Thee mourn
And
drove Thee from my breast.
3
What
peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How
sweet their memory still!
But
they have left an aching void
The
world can never fill.
4
The
dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er
that idol be
Help
me to tear it from Thy throne,
And
worship only Thee.