Nearer To Thee

by Luella Clark

My hand in Thine, dear Lord,
So let me rest;
Where'er Thou leadest me,
It must be best.

Day after day to know
No way but Thine,
To love Thy sweet will so,
It shall be mine.

Henceforward all my way,
Thou shalt prepare;
Mine but on Thee to lay
My ev'ry care.

Shadows can bring me not
One boding fear;
My all sufficing thought,
Thou, Lord art near.

Chorus

Nearer, nearer,
Blessed Lord to Thee;
Nearer, nearer,
Blessed Lord to Thee.