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.

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To the cross where Thou hast died;

Draw me nearer, nearer,

nearer, blessed Lord,

To Thy precious, bleeding side.

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, blessed Lord,

To the cross where Thou hast died;

Draw me nearer, nearer,

nearer, blessed Lord,

To Thy precious, bleeding side.

O 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!

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To the cross where Thou hast died;

Draw me nearer, nearer,

nearer, blessed Lord,

To Thy precious, bleeding side.

There are depths of love

that I yet may know

Ere Thee face to face I see;

There are heights of joy

that I yet may reach

Ere I rest in peace with Thee.

Draw me 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, blessed Lord,

To the cross where Thou hast died;

Draw me nearer, nearer,

nearer, blessed Lord,

To Thy precious, bleeding side.