The pairing of lines and melody are so fitting as to be inseparable in this song, receiving abounding acceptance both near and far. While visiting Mr. Doane in Cincinnati, Ohio, evening shadows began to draw near as the sun sank over the distant horizon. The conversation turned to the nearness of God and the subject, impressing deeply upon the heart of Fanny Crosby, brought inspiration to this song – “one of the most useful she has ever written.” Doane fitted it with its tune, engraving it thus upon the annals of hymnody.
1. I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice,
And it told thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be clos-er drawn to thee.
2. Con-se-crate me now to thy ser-vice, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace di-vine;
Let my soul look up with a sted-fast hope,
And my will be lost in thine.
3. O the pure de-light of a sin-gle hour
That be-fore thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with thee, my God,
I com-mune as friend with friend!
4. There are depths of love that I can-not know
Till I cross the nar-row sea,
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with thee.
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