Draw Me to Thee (Cooke)

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.

Draw me close to Thee

Sav­ior

Draw me close to Thee;

Beneath Thy wing do Thou me hide

And draw me close to Thee.

In vain I strug­gle to be free;

I would

but can not

fly to Thee;

Ope Thou the pri­son door for me

And draw me close to Thee.

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.

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.