1 Bow down Thine ear
And hear my call,
Thou gracious Lord,
My life, my all;
To Thy dear cross
My soul would flee:
Draw me, oh, draw me
Close, close to Thee!

2 One word of love,
One smile of Thine,
Would sweetly calm
This heart of mine,
To Thy dear arms
For strength I flee:
Draw me, oh, draw me
Close, close to Thee!

3 By tempest tossed,
By care oppressed,
I come to Thee,
My ark of rest;
My weary wings
At peace would be:
Draw me, oh, draw me
Close, close to Thee!

4 Thou Rock, where waves
Can never break,
Whose mighty power
No storm can shake,
Be Thou my trust
On life’s dark sea:
Draw me, oh, draw me
Close, close to Thee!