Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
E’en though it be a cross, That raiseth me.
Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer, my God to thee, Nearer to thee.
Though like the 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, 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, my God, to thee, Nearer, my God, to thee.
Or if, on joyful wing, cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly,
And Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!