Words: Will­iam C. Mar­tin, cir­ca 1899.

We used to sing this a lot... back when we wuz littler It did not mean too much back then NOW.....this is much more real...   CLICK TO HEAR IT HERE   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 its fairest dreams, and more, Each day He grows still sweeter than He was the day before.   Refrain 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.   Refrain 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.   Refrain