And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
By the pow’r 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!
Ere Thee face to face I see;
There are heights of joy that I yet may reach
Ere I rest in peace with Thee.