If I could but draw near to Thee
Again, as I have so 'oft before;
If I could hear Thy gentle voice
And see Thy face once more.
Thou'rt constantly upon my mind
Yet my spirit wanders far away
From Thee. O Lord, where is that place
Where I may dwell alway?
Like David, chased from vale to glen,
I hide in caves and wilderness.
I seek but Thee, my Lord, to know,
I seek but, Lord, Thy face.
My heart pants after Thee, O Christ,
My soul pursueth Thee, and hard.
Hear Thou my plea and come to me
My Savior, and my God.
For in Thy Presence sheer delight
And light and life I find;
I learn that in Thee all is well,
I learn that Thou art kind.
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