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.

Though, like a wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness comes 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.

There let me see the sight, An open 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.

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