Nearer, Still Nearer

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 “Heaven of Rest,”
Shelter me safe in that “Heaven 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;
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;
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified


Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last,
Till safe in glory my anchor is cast;
Thro’ endless ages, ever to be,
Nearer, my Saviour, still nearer to Thee;
Nearer, my Saviour, still nearer to Thee.