1 When doubt and conflict weigh me down,
and clouds before me rise,
Whose gath’ring gloom and deep’ning shade
With sorrow fills mine eyes,
‘Tis then I lift my fainting soul,
In prayer that I may be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.
2 When joys that once I thought so true
Have lost each balmy sweet,
And withered hopes, like summer flowers,
Lie crushed beneath my feet,
With quivering lip and yearning heart
I pray on bended knee,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.
3 While day by day I journey on
To reach that world sublime,
That stands in perfect loveliness
Beyond the shore of time;
My faith looks up and softly breathes
The prayer so dear to me,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.