Nearer Blessed Lord

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