Closer to Thee (Clark)

Closer

still clos­er

my Sav­ior

to Thee

Closer to Je­sus now fain would I be;

Round me His arm

on His bo­som my head;

Near the dear side which on Cal­va­ry bled.

Closer to Thee

still clos­er to Thee

Dear Sav­ior

I want to be clos­er to Thee.

Closer by day

tho’ my sky be all bright;

Closer

still clos­er when fall­eth the night;

Earth hath no bright­ness away from His face;

Time has no mo­ment I need not His grace.

When to the Jor­dan of death I des­cend

Danger I’ll fear not if Christ be my friend;

Breasting the bil­lows

my death song shall be

Closer

still clos­er

my Sav­ior to Thee.

Closer to Je­sus

I’m near­er to God;

Nearer the home of the Christ­ian’s abode;

Nearer the great and the glo­ri­ous Three

Nearer to Heav­en when clos­er to Thee.