I am thine, O Lord; I have heard thine 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 pray'r, and with Thee, my God,
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 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 hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, Blessed Lord.
To thy precious, bleeding side.