And draw me close to thee.
2 In vain I struggle to be free;
I would, but cannot, fly to thee;
Ope thou the prison door for me,
And draw me close to thee.
3 Oh, bring me nearer, nearer still,
That thine own peace my soul may fill,
And I may rest in thy sweet will;
Lord, draw me close to thee.
4 Here, Lord, I would forever bide,