Nearer, my God, to Thee. by Sarah Flower Adams

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 be over me,

My rest a stone;

Yet in my dreams I'd be

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.

Then 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.

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.

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 to Thee.