Littell's Living Age/Volume 115/Issue 1489/One with Thee

Nearer, nearer, heavenly Saviour, Draw my cold, unwilling soul — Closer, ever closer, hold me, Till Thy touch have made me whole: Oh, to think that I may be, Blessed Jesus, one with Thee!

When the world my love allureth, When I say to Thee "Depart," Heed me not, but let Thy sunshine Melt my hard ungrateful heart: Till, like birds beneath the wing, Unto Thee I turn and cling.

If the flesh, O Lord, should tempt me, Show Thy wounds in foot and hand; With the look that softened Peter, Lord, before my spirit stand, Till all dark deeds I forsake, Loathing each for Thy dear sake.

When the devil strives to win me, Hide me, hide me, Saviour blest — Draw me, in a closer union, Closer to Thy heavenly breast: For no evil thing shall e'er Reach the soul that's anchored there.