W. C. Martin
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 its fairest dreams, and more;
Each day He grows still sweeter than He was the day before.
The half cannot be fancied this side the golden shore;
O there He’ll be still sweeter than He ever was before.
2
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.
3
My heart is sometimes heavy, but He comes with sweet relief;
He folds me to His bosom when I drop 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.
