Nearer, my God, to Thee-- Nearer to Thee! E’en though a cross it be That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be: Nearer, my God, to Thee-- Nearer to Thee!
Though, like a wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I’d be Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee!
There let the way appear Steps unto Heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given! Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee-- Nearer to Thee!
Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I’ll raise; So, by my woes, to be Nearer, my God, to Thee-- Nearer to Thee!
Or if, on joyful wing Cleaving the sky-- Sun, Moon and stars forgot-- Upward I fly, Still all my song shall be: Nearer, my God, to Thee-- Nearer to Thee!