"I am thine, O Lord Iave
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,
nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
O, 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!"
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