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, And never wander from thy side; Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, And draw me close to thee.
O holy Savior! Friend unseen, Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee!
Cho.--Help me cling to thee, Savior, Help me cling to thee! Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee!
2 Without a murmur I dismiss My former dreams of earthly bliss; My joy, my recompense be this, Each hour to cling to thee!
3 Though faith and hope are often tried, I ask not, need not, aught beside; So safe, so calm, so satisfied, The soul that clings to thee!
I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice, And it told thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith, And be closer drawn to thee.
Ref.--Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To the cross where thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To thy precious, bleeding side.
2 Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord, By the pow'r of grace divine; Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, And my will be lost in thine.
3 O the pure delight of a single hour That before thy throne I spend, When I kneel in pray'r, and with thee, my God, I commune as friend with friend.
4 There are depths of love that I cannot know Till I cross the narrow sea, There are heights of joy that I may not reach Till I rest in peace with thee.
Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; I want thee forever to live in my soul; Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Cho.--Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice; I give up myself and whatever I know-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat; I wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet, By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
