Verse 1
Still nearer, closer to thy heart,
Draw me, my Savior, so precious thou art;
Fold me, O fold me close to thy breast,
Shelter me safe in that haven of rest.
Verse 2
Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,
Naught as an offering to Jesus my King;
Only my sinful, now contrite heart,
Grant me the cleansing thy blood doth impart.
Verse 3
Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be thine,
Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign;
All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride,
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified.
Verse 4
Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last,
Till all its struggles and trials are past;
Then thro’ eternity, ever I’ll be
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to thee.
Author: Mrs. C.H. Morris