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.

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