Still Sweeter Every Day

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.

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.