1 To Jesus ev'ry day I find my heart is closer drawn,
He's fairer than the glory of the gold and purple dawn;
He's all my fancy pictures in its fairest dreams, and more,
Each day He grows still sweeter than He was the day before.
Refrain:
The half cannot be fancied, this side the golden shore;
O there He'll be still sweeter than He ever was before.
2 His glory broke upon me when I saw Him from afar,
He's fairer than the lily, brighter than the morning star;
He fills and satisfies my longing spirit o'er and o'er,
Each day He grows still sweeter than He was the day before. [Refrain]
3 My heart is sometimes heavy but he comes with sweet relief,
He folds me to His bosom when I droop with blighting grief;
I love the Christ who all my burdens in His body bore,
Each day He grows still sweeter than He was the day before. [Refrain]
Source: The New Church Hymnal #39
First Line: | To Jesus every day I find my heart is closer drawn |
Title: | Still Sweeter Every Day |
Author: | W. C. Martin |
Language: | English |
Refrain First Line: | The half cannot be fancied |
Publication Date: | 1899 |
Notes: | Swahili translation: See "Mwokozi anazidi kwangu kuwa Mwema mno" |
Copyright: | Public Domain |