Draw my soul to thee, my Lord;
by J. Adams·1814·Meter 7s
1
Draw my soul to thee, my Lord;
Make me love thy precious word!
Bid me seek thy smiling face;
Willing to be saved by grace.
2
Dearest Jesus, bid me come;
Let me find thyself my home;
Thou the Refuge of my soul,
Where I may my troubles roll.
3
Lord, thy powerful work begun,
Thou wilt never leave undone;
Teach me to confide in thee;
Thy salvation's wholly free.