Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart,
Draw me, my Sav­ior—so precious Thou art!
Fold me, oh, fold me close to Thy breast.
Shelter me safe in that Haven of Rest;
Shelter me safe in that Haven of Rest.

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.

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.

Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last.
Till safe in glo­ry my anchor is cast;
Through endless ages ever to be
Nearer, my Sav­ior, still nearer to Thee;
Nearer, my Sav­ior, still nearer to Thee!