O for a closer walk with God, A clam and heav'nly frame, A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb.

Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is that soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His word?

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove! Return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made thee morn And drove thee from my breast.

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

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