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, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.