The Jewel ‎#55

55. Closer to Me

1 Press close, my child, to Me,
Closer to Me;
Earth hath no resting-place
Ready for Thee;
I must be all to thee;
Press close, my child, to Me,
Closer, closer, closer to Me.

2 Love, pleasure, riches, fame
All may be thine,
And thy immortal soul
Still will repine;
I must be all to thee;
Press close, my child, to Me,
Closer, closer, closer to Me.

3 Life may for thee contend,
Hard toil and care
Strive to divide from Me,
Crowd every where;
Let them my servants be;
Press thou, my child, to Me,
Closer, closer, closer to Me.

4 Grief of thy heart may make
A desert drear,
Yet there my sufferers learn
My voice to hear;
Calling, with earnest plea,
Press close, my child, to Me,
Closer, closer, closer to Me.

5 Come, then, my child to Me,
Make thyself Mine
I give Myself to thee,
I will be thine;
Joy, grief, and care shall be
Ties binding thee to Me,
Closer, closer, closer to Me.

Text Information

• First Line: Press close, my child, to Me
• Title: Closer to Me
• Author: Mrs. E. Prentiss
• Publication Date: 1874

Tune Information

• Name: [Press close, my child, to Me]
• Composer: Rev. R. Lowry
• Key: F Major or modal