I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice, And it brings Thy love to me; But I long to rise In your 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. There are depths of love That I may not know Till I cross that 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, blessed Lord, To Thy precious, bleeding side.