1 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!
2 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 to Thee!
3 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!
4 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!
5 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Nearer, my God, to Thee |
Meter: | 6s & 4s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Saint: Thirsting After God |