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