Hymn 122
Nearer still, nearer
Verse 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 “Heaven of Rest,”
Shelter me safe in that “Heaven of Rest.”
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.”
Verse 2
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.
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.
Verse 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
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
Verse 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.
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.
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