Draw Near O Son Of God Draw Near


Draw near, O Son of God, draw near,
Us with thy flaming eye behold;
Still in thy church vouchsafe t’appear,
And let our candlestick be gold.

Still hold the stars in thy right hand,
And let them in thy lustre glow,
The lights of a benighted land,
The angels of thy church below.

Make good their Apostolic boast,
Their high commission let them prove,
Be temples of the Holy Ghost,
And fill’d with faith, and hope, and love.

Their hearts from things of earth remove,
Sprinkle them, Lord, from sin and fear;
Fix their affections all above,
And lay up all their treasures there.

Give them an ear to hear thy word;
Thou speakest to the churches now:
And let all tongues confess their Lord,
Let every knee to Jesus bow.