Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Even thoug it be a cross That raiseth me,
Still all my song would 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 send’st to 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, or stars forgot, Upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be, Nearer my God to Thee,
Nearer to Thee! Amen.
Sarah Flower Adams, 1805-1848
