1 Oh, for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb,
That leads me to the Lamb.

2 Return, O holy Dove! return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast,
And drove Thee from my breast.

3 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee,
And worship only Thee.

4 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb,
That leads me to the Lamb.