| One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer my home today Than I ever have been before; | | Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea, Nearer my Father's house, Where the "many mansions" be; | | Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down; Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer gaining the crown; | | But lying darkly between, Winding down through the night, Is the deep and unknown stream To be crossed ere we reach the light. | | Jesus, perfect my trust, Strengthen the hand of my faith: Let me feel thee near when I stand On the edge of the shore of death; | | Feel thee near when my feet Are slipping over the brink; For it may be I'm nearer home, Nearer now than I think. | |