Chrous

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

Verse 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,

Verse 2

There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me,

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

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