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CCLXXXII. Draw near, O Son of God, draw near

1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Draw near, O Son of God, draw near
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Petition
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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