The Otterbein Hymnal

Lord, weak and impotent I stand,
As fettered by an unseen hand;
Break thou the strong and subtle band,
And draw me close to thee.

Cho. -- Draw me close to thee, Savior,
Draw me close to thee;
Beneath thy wing do thou me hide,
And draw me close to thee.

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.

M.A.W. Cook.