O, for a closer walk with God! A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Return, O holy Dove! return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from by breast.
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from Thy throne, And worship only Thee.