Nearer, still nearer—nothing I bring.
Naught as an off’ring to Jesus my King.
Only my sinful now contrite heart:
Grant me the cleansing
Thy blood doth impart,
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.
Nearer, still nearer—Lord, to be Thine.
Sin with its follies I gladly resign—
All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride:
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified;
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified.
~Lelia Morris
What is my
one desire?
I have Jesus,
and I am satisfied.
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