Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
E'en tho' it be a cross
That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,

Tho' like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I'd be

There let the way appear,
Steps unto heav'n;
All that Thou sendest me,
In mercy giv'n;
Angels to beckon me

Then with my waking tho'ts,
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be

Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I'll fly;
Still all my song shall be

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!