1 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.
2 Though like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yei in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.
3 There let my 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.
4 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.
5 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.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Nearer, my God, to thee |
| Author: | Sarah Fuller Adams (1805-48) |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1986 |
| Topic: | Means of grace: Prayer |