Blessèd Sav­ior, ev­er near­er
I am draw­ing to Thy feet;
Thou hast borne my ev­ery sor­row,
I am made in Thee com­plete;
For Thy love my soul is yearn­ing,
More and more its pow­er im­part;
I have heard Thy ten­der plead­ing,
Come and dwell with­in my heart.

Blessèd Sav­ior, I would nev­er,
Never more Thy love re­ject;
At Thy feet I learn the les­son
How Thine im­age to re­flect;
There I go when all for­sake me,
When by foes I am op­pressed;
Then I hear Thy loved voice say­ing,
Come to Me, I’ll give you rest.

Blessèd Sav­ior, draw me near­er,
Ever near­er to Thy heart,
When I’m wea­ry, hea­vy la­den,
And I feel the tempt­er’s dart;
Oft I stum­ble, oft I fal­ter,
Oft I’m tossed on ang­ry seas;
But I know that Thou wilt guide me,
Through the storm, to end­less peace.

Blessèd Sav­ior, let me lin­ger
Ever near Thy pre­cious feet,
Till I hear that wel­come sum­mons,
Come, thy loved ones now to greet;
Oh, the joy that there awaits me,
While I hope and watch and pray!
For the morn­ing light is dawn­ing,
Of the fair and end­less day.