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!

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!

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!