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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.
[Chorus:]
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 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, 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 prayer and with thee, my God,
I 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.
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