L.&S. No. 563 page 2 of NSOZ
And it told Thy love to me,
But I long to rise in the arms of faith
and be closer drawn to Thee.
Ref.
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the Cross where Thou hast died,
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy blessed bleeding side.
By the power of grace divine,
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with
Thee my God
I commune as Friend with friend.
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.
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