The Bright Array ‎#23

23. Closer, Lord, to Thee

1 Closer, Lord, to Thee I cling,
Closer still to Thee;
Safe beneath Thy shelt’ring wing
I would ever be;
Rude the blast of doubt and sin,
Fierce assaults without, within,
Help me, Lord, the battle win—
Closer, Lord, to Thee.

2 Closer yet, O Lord, my Rock,
Refuge of my soul;
Dread I not the tempest-shock,
Tho’ the billows roll:
Wildest storm cannot alarm
For, to me can come no harm,
Leaning on Thy loving arm;—
Closer, Lord, to Thee.

3 Closer still, my Help, my Stay,
Closer, closer still;
Meekly there I learn to say,
“Father, not my will;”
Learn that in affliction’s hour,
When the clouds of sorrow lower,
Love directs Thy hand of pow’r;—
Closer, Lord, to Thee.

4 Closer, Lord, to Thee I come,
Light of life Divine;
Through the ever blessed Son,
Joy and peace are mine;
Let me in Thy love abide,
Keep me ever near Thy side,
In the “Rock of Ages” hide;—
Closer, Lord, to Thee.

Text Information

• First Line: Closer Lord, to thee I cling
• Title: Closer, Lord, to Thee
• Author: E. G. Taylor
• Publication Date: 1889
• Scripture:
  Psalm 73:28

Tune Information

• Name: [Closer Lord, to thee I cling]
• Composer: Geo. C. Stebbins