The Voice of Praise ‎#145

145. Nearer, Still Nearer

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."

2 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,
Grant me the cleansing thy blood doth impart.

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,
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified.

4 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Nearer, still nearer, close to thy heart
• Title: Nearer, Still Nearer
• Author: C. H. M.
• Publication Date: 1904

Tune Information

• Name: [Nearer, still nearer, close to thy heart]
• Composer: Mrs. C. H. Morris
• Key: D♭ Major