Closer to Thee, My Father Draw Me

Closer to Thee, my Father, draw me, I long for thine embrace; Closer within thine arms enfold me, I seek a resting place.

Closer with the cords of love, Draw me to thyself above; Closer draw me, To thyself above.

Closer to Thee, my Savior, draw me, Nor let me leave Thee more; Fain would I feel thine arms around me, And count my wanderings o'er.

Closer by Thy sweet Spirit draw me, Till I am all like Thee; Quicken, refine, and wash and cleanse me, Till I am pure and free.