03.48. Nearer to Thee

Nearer to Thee Nearer to thee, O my Savior, Nearer I would be each day. As I cross life’s stormy ocean Never from Thee let me stray.

Nearer, nearer, ever nearer, Is the language of my soul As I journey down life’s pathway, As I near bright heaven’s goal.

Lead me through this world of sorrow, Let my hand in Thine e’er be;

Throw Thy arms of love around me, Savior, let me walk with Thee. When the storm clouds round me gather In the clefted Rock I hide; When the surging billows threaten, Fold me closer to Thy side.

There’s a home for me in heaven, By the crystal, silvered sea;

Some sweet morn the golden portals Opened wide will be for me.

There in amaranthine glory I will sit at Jesus’ feet;

There I’ll sing the sweet old story As I walk the golden street.

O my heart, wait on in patience, Each day brings me near’r the goal; In some blissful dewy dawning Heaven will receive my soul.