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, 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.

Oh, 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!

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.