1
Draw me, Lord;
Lest these earthly cares consume
My driven soul.
Move me Lord;
As a coursing river turns
Within Thine hands.
Lest these earthly cares consume
My driven soul.
Move me Lord;
As a coursing river turns
Within Thine hands.
Draw me, Lord!
Draw me, Lord!
Draw me, Lord!
2
Capture me;
Be the conqueror of this
Wild, charging mare.
Win me Lord,
And subdue all pow'r of self
To yield to Thee.
Be the conqueror of this
Wild, charging mare.
Win me Lord,
And subdue all pow'r of self
To yield to Thee.
3
Draw me, Lord;
Ev'ry heartbeat tends to drift
My course from Thee.
Draw me, Lord;
I would gladly let Thee win
And yield my sword.
Ev'ry heartbeat tends to drift
My course from Thee.
Draw me, Lord;
I would gladly let Thee win
And yield my sword.
4
Draw me, Lord;
Oh, Thy love compels me as
An ocean's tide!
Draw me, Lord;
For Thy drawing maketh hearts
To fast pursue.
Oh, Thy love compels me as
An ocean's tide!
Draw me, Lord;
For Thy drawing maketh hearts
To fast pursue.