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.

CHORUS
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed
Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast
died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed
Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.

Consecrate me now to Thy
service, Lord,
By the power of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a
steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.

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,
Till I rest in peace with Thee.

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