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Nearer,
still nearer, close to Thy heart,
Draw me, my Saviour, how precious Thou art;
Fold me, O 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.
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