1 Draw near, O Son of God, draw near,
Us with thy flaming eye behold;
Still in thy church vouchsafe t'appear,
And let our candlestick be gold.
2 Still hold the stars in thy right hand,
And let them in thy lustre glow,
The lights of a benighted land,
The angels of thy church below.
3 Make good their Apostolic boast,
Their high commission let them prove,
Be temples of the Holy Ghost,
And fill'd with faith, and hope, and love.
4 Their hearts from things of earth remove,
Sprinkle them, Lord, from sin and fear;
Fix their affections all above,
And lay up all their treasures there.
5 Give them an ear to hear thy word;
Thou speakest to the churches now:
And let all tongues confess their Lord,
Let every knee to Jesus bow.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #339