Lord, Weak And Impotent I Stand,
As Fettered By An Unseen Hand;
Break Thou The Strong And Subtle Band,
And Draw Me Close To Thee.

Draw Me Close To Thee, Savior,
Draw Me Close To Thee;
Beneath Thy Wing Do Thou Me Hide,
And Draw Me Close To Thee.

In Vain I Struggle To Be Free;
I Would, But Can Not, Fly To Thee;
Ope Thou The Prison Door For Me,
And Draw Me Close To Thee.

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.

Here, Lord, I Would Forever Bide,
And Never Wander From Thy Side;
Beneath Thy Wing Do Thou Me Hide,
And Draw Me Close To Thee.