Nearer, My God, To Thee
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 to thee!'
Though, like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness comes over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.
There let my 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
Beth-el I'll raise;
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.
Mrs. S. F. Adams |