Nearer, still nearer, close 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."
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.
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.
Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last, till safe in glory my anchor is cast;
Thru endless ages, ever to be, nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee, nearer.
Lelia N. Morris
http://www.idisciple.net
