Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord To the cross where Thou hast died Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord To Thy precious, bleeding side There to my heart was the blood applied Singing glory to His name (Ad-lib) But I will cherish the old rugged Cross Till my trophies at last, I lay down I will cling to the old rugged Cross And exchange it some day for a crown At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light And the burden of my heart rolled away It was there by faith I received my sight And now I am happy all the day There is power, power, wonder working power In the precious blood of the Lamb There is power, power, wonder working power In the precious blood of the Lamb It reaches to the highest mountain And it flows to the lowest valley The blood that gives me strength From day to day, it will never lose It will never lose It will never lose it's power (Ad-lib)