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O 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! | |||
What peaceful hours I then enjoyed! | |||
How sweet their mem'ry still! | |||
But they have left 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, | |||
whate'er that idol be, | |||
help me to tear it from Thy throne | |||
and worship only Thee. | |||
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, | |||
and drove Thee from my breast. | |||
Return, O holy Dove, return, | |||
sweet messenger of rest; | |||
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. | |||
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- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2021-04-18). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 119 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Oh! for a closer walk with God
Composer: Myles Birket Foster
Lyricist: William Cowper
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SATB Sop/Tenor Solo
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: Organ
First published:
Description: Originally published by Novello and Co
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
O 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!
What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left 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,
whate'er that idol be,
help me to tear it from Thy throne
and worship only Thee.
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
and drove Thee from my breast.
Return, O holy Dove, return,
sweet messenger of rest;
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.