I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Your voice,
And it told Your love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.
Draw me nearer to the cross
Where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer to Your
Precious, bleeding side.
Draw me nearer. Draw me nearer.
Consecreate me now to Your service, Lord,
By the power of grace divine
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.
Draw me nearer to the cross
Where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer to Your
Precious, bleeding side.
Draw me nearer. Draw me nearer.
There are depths of love that I cannot know
'Til I cross the narrow sea.
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
'Til I rest in peace with Thee.
Draw me nearer to the cross
Where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer to Your
Precious, bleeding side.
Draw me nearer. Draw me nearer.
