To Jesus every day I find my heart is closer drawn;
He's fairer than the glory of the golden 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
(The half cannot be fancied on this side the golden shore,)
side ... the golden shore; ... Oh,
(The half cannot be fancied on this side the golden shore;)
there ... He'll be still sweeter
(oh there He'll be still sweeter than He ever was before)
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.
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.
