I am Thine, O Lord,
I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.
Consecrate me now to
Thy service, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace divine;
Let my soul look up
with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer,
blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer,
blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
Oh, the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer,
and with Thee, my God,
I commune as friend
with friend!
There are depths of love
that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea;
There are heights of joy
that I may not reach
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer,
blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer,
blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer,
blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer,
blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer,
blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer,
blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.