Verse 1
I Am ThDmine, O Lord I have heCard Thy voice,
And it toFld Thy love to mCe;
But I lDmong to riGse in the arCms of faith,
And be clDmoser draGwn to ThCee,
Chorus
Draw me neaCrer, neaFrer, blessed LoCrd,
To the croFss where TDmhou has diGed;
Draw me neaCrer, nearer, neaFrer, blessed LDmord,
To Thy precCious, bleedGing siCde
ConseDmcrate me nGow to Thy serCvice, Lord,
By the poFw'r of grace diviCne;
Let my sDmoul look uGp with a steadCfast hope,
And my wDmill be loGst in ThiCne
Chorus
Draw me neaCrer, neaFrer, blessed LoCrd,
To the croFss where TDmhou has diGed;
Draw me neaCrer, nearer, neaFrer, blessed LDmord,
To Thy precCious, bleedGing siCde
Oh, the Dmpure deliGght of a sinCgle hour
That befFore Thy throne I speCnd,
When I knDmeel in praGyer, and with ThCee, my God,
I comDmmune as friGend with friCend
Chorus
Draw me neaCrer, neaFrer, blessed LoCrd,
To the croFss where TDmhou has diGed;
Draw me neaCrer, nearer, neaFrer, blessed LDmord,
To Thy precCious, bleedGing siCde
There are deDmpths of loGve that I canCnot know
Till I croFss the narrow seCa,
There are heiDmghts of joGy that I mCay not reach,
Till I rDmest in peGace with ThCee