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