Oh, for a closer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb. Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His word? What peaceful hours I then enjoyed! How sweet their mem'ry still! But now I find an aching void The world can never fill. Return, O holy Dove, return! Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast. The dearest idol I have known, What e'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from Thy throne, And worship only Thee. So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.