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