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 has 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 has 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.

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

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.

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