| I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice
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| And it told Thy love to me;
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| But I long to rise in the arms of faith
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| And be closer drawn to Thee
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| Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord
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| To the cross where Thou hast died;
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| Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord
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| To Thy precious, bleeding side
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| Consecrate me now to Thy service
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| By the power of grace divine;
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| Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope
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| And my will be lost in Thine
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| Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord
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| To the cross where Thou hast died;
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| Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord
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| To Thy precious, bleeding side
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| My soul look up with a steadfast hope
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| My will be lost in Thine
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| So draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord
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| To the cross where Thou hast died;
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| Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord
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| To Thy precious, bleeding side |