Titus Chu
June 18, 2020
Oh, do draw me, dearest Lord,
I will follow close to You.
You’re so full, so boundless, Lord;
More than I could hope to know.
Like a pretty henna flower
Blooming in the barren field;
As the myrrh with fragrance sweet
Deeply in my heart concealed.
Oh, do hear my whisper, Lord,
There’s no other Lord but You.
As Your riches I partake,
In Your life, mature I’ll be.
Words: Titus Chu, 1973, tr. from Chinese, adapted
Music: unknown
