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 heav’n;
All that Thou sendest me, in mercy giv’n;
Angels to beckon me, nearer, my God to Thee;
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee.
Then, with my waking tho’ts 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, upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God to Thee;
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee.