DRAW ME by Mrs. Luther Keene

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · May 20, 1886

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 12, No. 19.

“DRAW ME.”

By Mrs. Luther Keene

DRAW me away from things That draw me far from thee! Things poor and perishing,— Yet with all might to bring Me down to saddest night, Or lift to such delight That I forget thee quite. O Strength! more strong than they, By love or loss draw me from these away.

And draw me out of self,— This painful prison house. O Love! that, stooping low, Each whispered want doth know, Draw me from faithless fears, From unrefreshing tears, From hate, that blinds and sears. Lord, from myself draw me, That, glad and free, I may run after thee.

Oh! draw me up to thee,— Up, up where life abides; From things that so oppress, From self's drear loneliness, To love, without a thorn, To joy, of loving born, To peace, of Heaven the morn; Yea, to thyself draw me, And hide me, Lord, forevermore in thee. —Mrs. Luther Keene.