“Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart”

Hymn written by Mrs Charles Morris
  1. Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart,
    Draw me, my Saviour, so precious Thou art;
    Fold me, O fold me close to Thy breast,
    Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest”,
    Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest”.
  1. Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,
    Naught as an off'ring to Jesus, my King;
    Only my sinful, now contrite heart,
    Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.
  1. Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be Thine,
    Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign:
    All of its pleasure, pomp and its pride,
    Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified.
  1. Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last,
    Till all its struggles and trials are past,
    Then thro' eternity, ever I'll be,
    Nearer, my Saviour, still nearer to Thee.
 






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