Fanny Crosby - I am thine o lord

^GI am T^Dhine, O Lord, I have ^Gheard Thy voice And it ^Ctold Thy love to ^Gme But I l^Dong to rise in the ^Garms of faith And be ^Amcloser ^Ddrawn to ^GThee

Draw me ^Gnear^G7er, n^Cearer, blessed ^GLord To the ^Ccross where ^AmThou hast ^Ddied ^D7 Draw me ^Gnearer, ^G7nearer, ^Cnearer, blessed ^AmLord To Thy ^Gprecious, ^D7bleeding ^Gside ^{C G}

^GConsec^Drate me now to Thy s^Emervice ^GLord, By the ^Cpower of grace di^Gvine; Let my ^Dsoul look up with s^Emteadfast^G hope, And my ^Amwill be ^Dlost in T^Ghine.^C

Draw me ^Gnear^G7er, n^Cearer, blessed ^GLord To the ^Ccross where ^AmThou hast ^Ddied ^D7 Draw me ^Gnearer, ^G7nearer, ^Cnearer, blessed ^AmLord To Thy ^Gprecious, ^D7bleeding ^Gside ^{C G}

^GO the ^Dpure delight of a ^Emsingle ^Ghour That be^Cfore Thy throne I ^Gspend; When I ^Dkneel in prayer and ^Emwith Thee My ^GGod, I com^Ammune as ^Dfriend w^Gith f^Criend.

Draw me ^Gnear^G7er, n^Cearer, blessed ^GLord To the ^Ccross where ^AmThou hast ^Ddied ^D7 Draw me ^Gnearer, ^G7nearer, ^Cnearer, blessed ^AmLord To Thy ^Gprecious, ^D7bleeding ^Gside ^{C G}

^GThere are ^Ddepths of love that I ^Emcannot ^Gknow Till I ^Ccross the narrow s^Gea; There are ^Dheights of ^Emjoy that I ^Gmay not reach Till I r^Amest in p^Deace wi^Gth Th^Cee.

Draw me ^Gnear^G7er, n^Cearer, blessed ^GLord To the ^Ccross where ^AmThou hast ^Ddied ^D7 Draw me ^Gnearer, ^G7nearer, ^Cnearer, blessed ^AmLord To Thy ^Gprecious, ^D7bleeding ^Gside ^{C G}