Words & Music: , 1905. One day, Tind­ley was in his stu­dy, work­ing on a ser­mon, when a gust of wind blew some pa­pers over top of his work. “Now, now,” he thought to him­self, “let no­thing be­tween.” And the theme of this hymn sug­gest­ed it­self.

Nothing between my soul and my Savior,
Naught of this world’s delusive dream;
I have renounced all sinful pleasure;
Jesus is mine, there’s nothing between.

Nothing between, like worldly pleasure;
Habits of life, though harmless they seem;
Must not my heart from Him ever sever;
He is my all, there’s nothing between.

Nothing between, like pride or station;
Self or friends shall not intervene;
Though it may cost me much tribulation,
I am resolved, there’s nothing between.

Nothing between, e’en many hard trials,
Though the whole world against me convene;
Watching with prayer and much self denial,
I’ll triumph at last, there’s nothing between.