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.
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, 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 to thee.
Or if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee!