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, blessed Lord,To Thy precious, bleeding side.
Consecrate me now to Thy service,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, nearer, blessed Lord,To the cross where Thou hast died;Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,To Thy precious, bleeding side
My soul look up with a steadfast hope,My will be lost in Thine
So draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,To the cross where Thou hast died;Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,To Thy precious, bleeding side
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