Draw me, Lord

Draw me

Lord;

Lest these earthly cares consume

My driven soul.

Move me Lord;

As a coursing river turns

Within Thine hands.

Draw me

Lord!

Draw me

Lord!

Capture me;

Be the conqueror of this

Wild

charging mare.

Win me Lord

And subdue all pow’r of self

To yield to Thee.

Draw me

Lord;

Ev’ry heartbeat tends to drift

My course from Thee.

Draw me

Lord;

I would gladly let Thee win

And yield my sword.

Draw me

Lord;

Oh

Thy love compels me as

An ocean’s tide!

Draw me

Lord;

For Thy drawing maketh hearts

To fast pursue.