+ STILL SWEETER EVERY DAY + STARLA ADAMS, BARBARA NEWMAN and JAY WELSH

1 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 its 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; O there He'll be still sweeter than He ever was before.

2 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.

The half cannot be fancied, this side the golden shore; O there He'll be still sweeter than He ever was before.

3 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.

The half cannot be fancied, this side the golden shore; O there He'll be still sweeter than He ever was before.

Author: William C. Martin William C. Martin (1864-1914) Born: De­cem­ber 25, 1864, Hights­town, New Jer­sey. Died: Au­gust 30, 1914, Ri­al­to, Flor­i­da. Buried: Fort My­ers, Flor­i­da. Martin was pas­tor of the Grace Bap­tist Church (for­mer­ly Cra­mer’s Hill), Cam­den, New Jer­sey (1891-4); No­ank Bap­tist Church, Noank, Con­nec­ti­cut (1894-1900); Grace Bap­tist Church, Som­er­ville, Mass­a­chu­setts (near Bos­ton; at the time of his ar­rival there it was noted he was from “Bluff­ton, In­di­a­na”); and the First Bap­tist Church in Ft. My­ers, Flor­i­da, from 1912 un­til his death.