歌词
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