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 my 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,
What-e'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.