Draw near, O Son of God, draw near; Us with Thy flaming eye behold; Still in Thy Church do Thou appear, And let our candlestick be gold. 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. 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. 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE YOU ON THE TOWER by THOMAS HARDY THE SORROWS OF WERTHER by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY COURAGE THAT OVERCOMES by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN THE SULTANA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AMERICA A PROPHECY by WILLIAM BLAKE |