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Still Sweeter Every Day
To Jesus ev'ry 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 it 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; Oh, 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 sweetter than He was the day before.
The half cannot be fancied this side the golden shore; Oh, there He'll be still sweeter than He ever was before.
My heart is sometimes heavy, but He comes with sweet relief; He folds me to His bosom when I droo with blighting grief; I love the Christ who all my burdens in His body bore; Each day He grows still sweeter that He was the day before.
The half cannot be fancied this side the golden shore; Oh, there He'll be still sweeter than He ever was before.