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!