To Jesus every 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 their 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.
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
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
