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, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
  2. 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, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
  3. 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, 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, 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, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

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