1 Closer, Lord, to Thee I cling,
Closer still to Thee;
Safe beneath Thy shelt’ring wing
I would ever be;
Rude the blast of doubt and sin,
Fierce assaults without, within,
Help me, Lord, the battle win—
Closer, Lord, to Thee.
2 Closer yet, O Lord, my Rock,
Refuge of my soul;
Dread I not the tempest-shock,
Tho’ the billows roll:
Wildest storm cannot alarm
For, to me can come no harm,
Leaning on Thy loving arm;—
Closer, Lord, to Thee.
3 Closer still, my Help, my Stay,
Closer, closer still;
Meekly there I learn to say,
“Father, not my will;”
Learn that in affliction’s hour,
When the clouds of sorrow lower,
Love directs Thy hand of pow’r;—
Closer, Lord, to Thee.
4 Closer, Lord, to Thee I come,
Light of life Divine;
Through the ever blessed Son,
Joy and peace are mine;
Let me in Thy love abide,
Keep me ever near Thy side,
In the “Rock of Ages” hide;—
Closer, Lord, to Thee.
Source: The Bright Array #23
First Line: | Closer Lord, to Thee I cling |
Title: | Closer, Lord, to Thee |
Author: | Edward G. Taylor |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |