To Jesus ev'ry 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

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