Chrous

Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the cross where Thou hast died. Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord. To Thy precious bleeding side.

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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!

Verse 4

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.