1 Oh for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

2 Return! O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn.
And drove thee from my breast.

3 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

4 So shall my walk be close with God;
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.